the marks of a slave

Is balance the goal? Is there a goal?

What is the goal?

Where is the goal?

Where did it go?

ES, your post always make me think. :rose:

I thought I had a goal, now I wonder if I did the right thing. Was staying, knowing the truth, better than listening to the silence night after night? Was staying, knowing I wasn't wanted or loved the way I should be, better than trying to find out who I really am inside?

I thought I knew, now...I'm not so sure.
 
ES, your post always make me think. :rose:

I thought I had a goal, now I wonder if I did the right thing. Was staying, knowing the truth, better than listening to the silence night after night? Was staying, knowing I wasn't wanted or loved the way I should be, better than trying to find out who I really am inside?

I thought I knew, now...I'm not so sure.

I don't know, redslady. I don't know.

I made the decision and commitment to stay when I was so young I didn't have a clue what I was really making a commitment to.

In the years since, I've often wondered how my life might have been different if leaving were an option. But, it has always been discomfort and pain that have pushed me into new areas of growth.

There is no life without pain and unhappiness. Without loneliness and bitterness. Without sadness and anger. And what I've learned in staying, is that the only "real" problem is getting stuck in one of those negative states. Feeding it on a daily basis with the narratives that create our interpretations of "what's going on."

There are situations that people need to leave. I have tried to help my friends leave abusive marriages. One did. And one died. But I don't think either were victims. I know my friends were party to their own suffering.

Please forgive me, redslady, if I'm speaking out of turn. I know you were in a very difficult situation. And I really don't want to suggest that you caused your own pain. Not at all.

I just think there can be value in staying. There are lessons to be learned there. Just as there would be lessons to be learned in going.

It's not what we have, but what we do with what we have, that matters.
 
I don't know, redslady. I don't know.

I made the decision and commitment to stay when I was so young I didn't have a clue what I was really making a commitment to.

In the years since, I've often wondered how my life might have been different if leaving were an option. But, it has always been discomfort and pain that have pushed me into new areas of growth.

There is no life without pain and unhappiness. Without loneliness and bitterness. Without sadness and anger. And what I've learned in staying, is that the only "real" problem is getting stuck in one of those negative states. Feeding it on a daily basis with the narratives that create our interpretations of "what's going on."

There are situations that people need to leave. I have tried to help my friends leave abusive marriages. One did. And one died. But I don't think either were victims. I know my friends were party to their own suffering.

Please forgive me, redslady, if I'm speaking out of turn. I know you were in a very difficult situation. And I really don't want to suggest that you caused your own pain. Not at all.

I just think there can be value in staying. There are lessons to be learned there. Just as there would be lessons to be learned in going.

It's not what we have, but what we do with what we have, that matters.



I am stuck in one of those negative states now. I know what once attracted him to me was my always positive attitude. My happiness made him happy especially when he was feeling down. Now I feel like I am overwhelmed with life's problems which makes me more negative which makes me less attractive, which makes me even sadder...and on and on it cycles down. I used to be able to fake happiness which would then make him happy which would help me. But it is not working anymore.

Reading this thread helps me feel not so alone.
 
I am stuck in one of those negative states now. I know what once attracted him to me was my always positive attitude. My happiness made him happy especially when he was feeling down. Now I feel like I am overwhelmed with life's problems which makes me more negative which makes me less attractive, which makes me even sadder...and on and on it cycles down. I used to be able to fake happiness which would then make him happy which would help me. But it is not working anymore.

Reading this thread helps me feel not so alone.

Do you have an idea of what is making you unhappy so you can try to resolve it?
Like you I am finding Lit to be like a support group where I can share the secrets I wont tell others
 
I don't know, redslady. I don't know.

I made the decision and commitment to stay when I was so young I didn't have a clue what I was really making a commitment to.

In the years since, I've often wondered how my life might have been different if leaving were an option. But, it has always been discomfort and pain that have pushed me into new areas of growth.

There is no life without pain and unhappiness. Without loneliness and bitterness. Without sadness and anger. And what I've learned in staying, is that the only "real" problem is getting stuck in one of those negative states. Feeding it on a daily basis with the narratives that create our interpretations of "what's going on."

There are situations that people need to leave. I have tried to help my friends leave abusive marriages. One did. And one died. But I don't think either were victims. I know my friends were party to their own suffering.

Please forgive me, redslady, if I'm speaking out of turn. I know you were in a very difficult situation. And I really don't want to suggest that you caused your own pain. Not at all.

I just think there can be value in staying. There are lessons to be learned there. Just as there would be lessons to be learned in going.

It's not what we have, but what we do with what we have, that matters.

:kiss: No need to apologize, I know exactly what you are saying. For me staying really wasn't the best thing for my health. I know I did the right thing, just sometimes it's lonely, even when it's right.
 
I think taking care of your own health is extremely important. Sometimes it's hard to know what psychological issues need to be addressed. But it's pretty straightforward when it comes to keeping this body healthy.
 
I think taking care of your own health is extremely important. Sometimes it's hard to know what psychological issues need to be addressed. But it's pretty straightforward when it comes to keeping this body healthy.
I think that if we take care of the body, the mind will be cared for by default because it is a part of the body. It is all one big leaky bag of protoplasm, emotions included.
 
A slave's resentment is a poisonous tincture. Caustic, gear-jamming, weakening, corrosive. The work gets done, but its flavor is destroyed, its foundation is shaky, its perfume is sticky. Resentment flows like a slow burning acid into every joint, every action, every word; so that even the most carefully designed offering holds the seeds of its own destruction.

A master's resentment is equally damaging. Gifts are laden with the weight of obligation, critical eyes cast bitter observations. Like self-fulfilling prophecies, requests are made that can never be fulfilled, and salt is ground into the wound. Resentment flows like icy venom into every glance, every comment; so that even the most carefully designed expectation holds the seeds of its own disappointment.

So why do we linger here? In the throes of resentment. Which one of us will move first?

We mirror each other, ugly in our reflections. And avoid seeing ourselves in the others' eyes.

And I know, as I have always known, that just the slightest movement to one side or the other will make a difference. Just the slightest willingness to change our behavior will change the circumstances in which we meet each other's gaze.

So I pledge, here, in this place of public pledging, that I will make the move. I will stop crying in my head that I have been wronged, and that - in being wronged - I am therefore absolved of all responsibility to be right myself.

I will simply be right.

I will stop mirroring resentment. I will stop letting it course through my veins. I will stop nursing my convictions that I have been wronged. I will stop telling myself stories in which I am the victim.

I will start telling myself stories in which I am the creator of my experience. I will start building a foundation of contentment and hope. I will share my love and joy with the people around me. I will breathe deeply and feel the courage in my veins.

I will stop mirroring resentment.

I will start mirroring love.

And if it takes a flock of parrots on a windy city street to show me what love is, then I will seek out the parrots, and I will feed them my crumbs, because I can choose the mirror I am looking in.
 
A slave's resentment is a poisonous tincture. Caustic, gear-jamming, weakening, corrosive. The work gets done, but its flavor is destroyed, its foundation is shaky, its perfume is sticky. Resentment flows like a slow burning acid into every joint, every action, every word; so that even the most carefully designed offering holds the seeds of its own destruction.

A master's resentment is equally damaging. Gifts are laden with the weight of obligation, critical eyes cast bitter observations. Like self-fulfilling prophecies, requests are made that can never be fulfilled, and salt is ground into the wound. Resentment flows like icy venom into every glance, every comment; so that even the most carefully designed expectation holds the seeds of its own disappointment.

So why do we linger here? In the throes of resentment. Which one of us will move first?

We mirror each other, ugly in our reflections. And avoid seeing ourselves in the others' eyes.

And I know, as I have always known, that just the slightest movement to one side or the other will make a difference. Just the slightest willingness to change our behavior will change the circumstances in which we meet each other's gaze.

So I pledge, here, in this place of public pledging, that I will make the move. I will stop crying in my head that I have been wronged, and that - in being wronged - I am therefore absolved of all responsibility to be right myself.

I will simply be right.

I will stop mirroring resentment. I will stop letting it course through my veins. I will stop nursing my convictions that I have been wronged. I will stop telling myself stories in which I am the victim.

I will start telling myself stories in which I am the creator of my experience. I will start building a foundation of contentment and hope. I will share my love and joy with the people around me. I will breathe deeply and feel the courage in my veins.

I will stop mirroring resentment.

I will start mirroring love.

And if it takes a flock of parrots on a windy city street to show me what love is, then I will seek out the parrots, and I will feed them my crumbs, because I can choose the mirror I am looking in.

This sounds familiar. I often am resentful that I have to be the one making the move. But I also know that it is the only way to move forward. I don't know why I get so stubborn and dig my heels in. If I am the one who makes the moves then we go back to calmness and peace.

I know I will eventually every time. By now I should know better not to wait so long, to make the move much earlier.


Thanks for the reminder
 
This sounds familiar. I often am resentful that I have to be the one making the move. But I also know that it is the only way to move forward. I don't know why I get so stubborn and dig my heels in. If I am the one who makes the moves then we go back to calmness and peace.

I know I will eventually every time. By now I should know better not to wait so long, to make the move much earlier.


Thanks for the reminder

I have the same experience, es. The same feeling like it's always "me" that's making the first move.

But it's starting to make me wonder . . . since my move always brings us back to a place of comfort and ease . . . maybe he moved first while my back was turned, while I was still blinding myself with my own discomfort.

Maybe he was just waiting for me to turn around, open my eyes, see things from a different perspective.

It never hurts as much as I think it will . . . letting go of my narrow view.
 
Eastern Sun, thank you and thanks to your owner, for this thread. I'm only on page six or so but I'll be reading a bit more each day (I feel like I'm really late to the show trying to catch up on all the juicy threads on this forum!)

I was in tears for several of those pages. This after a long day of feeling resentful and overworked and wallowing in self-pity mode. I just don't WANT to do the dishes and the kids are driving me bananas. But while some people find comfort in little magnets and plaques that proudly display phrases of insight and inspiration... I find comfort in the comments here by you and by others.

Too bad most of the comments are too long for magnets.

Edit for a PS... have you considered starting a blog or tweeting your moments and insights? I'd /follow for sure.
 
Eastern Sun, thank you and thanks to your owner, for this thread. I'm only on page six or so but I'll be reading a bit more each day (I feel like I'm really late to the show trying to catch up on all the juicy threads on this forum!)

I was in tears for several of those pages. This after a long day of feeling resentful and overworked and wallowing in self-pity mode. I just don't WANT to do the dishes and the kids are driving me bananas. But while some people find comfort in little magnets and plaques that proudly display phrases of insight and inspiration... I find comfort in the comments here by you and by others.

Too bad most of the comments are too long for magnets.

Edit for a PS... have you considered starting a blog or tweeting your moments and insights? I'd /follow for sure.

Thank you, Bluebird. I really enjoy writing, and I'm glad that you are finding inspiration in my words. It means a lot to me that it means something to you.

Writing is so time-consuming, though, I probably won't be taking it any further than these random posts. Even now, my husband is wishing that I were talking to him rather than sitting here at my computer. (which means, of course, I have to go. . .) :rose::rose:
 
Does that make you calmer, frustrated or what?

I have mixed feelings when mine gets shorter...and tighter.

I love it.

For all these reasons . . . it makes "things" simpler. It makes me feel connected. It tightens my focus, and focusses my energy. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me practice discipline. It sharpens my purpose. It eroticizes my life. It brings out the qualities I like in him. It increases our interactions. It makes me feel good. It heightens my appreciation and respect for him, because I witness his intelligent action. It heightens my appreciation and respect for myself, because I'm more likely to act esteem-ably, and less likely to act on my impulses. It makes him look at me in a way that I find irresistible. It is binding and undeniable.

If I didn't like a short leash, I wouldn't choose to be slave.
 
I love it.

For all these reasons . . . it makes "things" simpler. It makes me feel connected. It tightens my focus, and focusses my energy. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me practice discipline. It sharpens my purpose. It eroticizes my life. It brings out the qualities I like in him. It increases our interactions. It makes me feel good. It heightens my appreciation and respect for him, because I witness his intelligent action. It heightens my appreciation and respect for myself, because I'm more likely to act esteem-ably, and less likely to act on my impulses. It makes him look at me in a way that I find irresistible. It is binding and undeniable.

If I didn't like a short leash, I wouldn't choose to be slave.

I understand completely. "makes me feel connected" Exactly.


Edited to add..

I guess I have mixed feelings about it because of how I feel when the inevitable loosening occurs.
 
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I love it.

For all these reasons . . . it makes "things" simpler. It makes me feel connected. It tightens my focus, and focusses my energy. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me practice discipline. It sharpens my purpose. It eroticizes my life. It brings out the qualities I like in him. It increases our interactions. It makes me feel good. It heightens my appreciation and respect for him, because I witness his intelligent action. It heightens my appreciation and respect for myself, because I'm more likely to act esteem-ably, and less likely to act on my impulses. It makes him look at me in a way that I find irresistible. It is binding and undeniable.

If I didn't like a short leash, I wouldn't choose to be slave.

That was breathtakingly beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
 
I guess I have mixed feelings about it because of how I feel when the inevitable loosening occurs.

Yeah, I know what you mean. To this day, I still think that things have changed when the loosening occurs.

But he said, just yesterday, "I don't change. The things that I want don't change," and left it to me to puzzle out why I perceive changes where they don't - in fact - exist.
 
Yeah, I know what you mean. To this day, I still think that things have changed when the loosening occurs.

But he said, just yesterday, "I don't change. The things that I want don't change," and left it to me to puzzle out why I perceive changes where they don't - in fact - exist.

It's our ego that feels abandoned as the loosening reminds us of the truth: nothing is fair in a M/s relationship.

When the leash is short they are close to us as their focus is also all on us. So no matter how hard it is, we feel wanted, we feel needed, we feel important.

When the leash is loosened, we are still expected to act the same, sacrifice ourselves the same, but we dont get the reward of feeling wanted and needed and special.
We just feel taken for granted.
 
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