When Love Is Abuse

“Are you serious,” you ask? “Love isn’t like that.”
“Love is beautiful, love is kind… love does… well, all that selfless crap the Bible teaches, right?”

(I mean, whether you believe in the Bible or not…
…Isn’t that what we’re taught?)

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While we’re here dusting off clichés, how about the one where if you love something, you should let it go, and if it really loves you, it will come back to you?

What if you can’t separate your love from your [insecure] need to BE in control. What if the object you love is slipping through your fingers? What do you do?

No, seriously, what do you do?

Do you hold on tight and acknowledge this other person leaves you wide open and weak? Do you concede that love is a situation you can’t control? Do you leave yourself open to the chance that if you give it your all it may still not work out?

What then, are your options?

Perhaps there is only one. You leave. For no other reason that it’s the only option, where YOU are still in control. YOU’ve chosen the outcome. And if she comes back to you… well then you know she’s still caught in your sticky little web, and you’re still in control.

The right, safe way, it aught to be.

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[and although they may be a willing partner…
that, my friends, is still abuse.]