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All I Want Is Meaningful Connections, But I Know Nothing About Them
Every Monday, I have my therapy section. I have been in therapy for two years now, and I don’t see stopping it any time soon. This weekend, I had an issue with a “friend”, which made me agitated for a good part of my Sunday. I talked about it with my partner, but I love that I can dissect
the whole situation with my therapist.
This friend is facing many problems, but her biggest one is that she doesn’t have a place to live that she enjoys and likes to be (she is living in pretty bad conditions at the moment). Even though I have a place to live, she triggers something in me. My problem with her is that she is 40-something that doesn’t have her life together. I hate mess. She represents everything I fear. Being older and still not having my life figured out, or at least a place to live that I know nobody can take from me (as long as I keep my mortgage payments on date) and that I enjoy living at.
Because she was crying, I called her, but instead of being sympathetic, what I was doing was slapping her face with my words to see if she would do something to change her life. A life that I can accept. I wasn’t rude, but I wasn’t giving what she wanted/needed. Later, I apologise because I care about her, but I got my issues. (Also, we have been talking about her problems for a couple of…
