Did you know one could actually be addicted to a person? It’s just as bad as being addicted to alcohol or drugs, or gambling, or whatever. As soon as something or someone else becomes the center of your world, things are bad. You surrender. You sacrifice free will, choice, freedom. You become obedient. You have no inner sanctuary to retreat to, ’cause all that’s left of you… well… you compromise yourself.
And, invariably, addiction ends in suffering.
A friend came over. For her, love has ended in pain. As it had ended for me, not so long ago.
I called the darling man (since I’m keeping an eye on my parent’s place, yeah). He wasn’t home. He wouldn’t say whom he was with and I didn’t ask. I shouldn’t ask, ’cause I’m not paranoid. As if.
Do you love me, I asked? Feeling helpless. No control.
Mhm, he answered.
But I trust him. I do. I’m not addicted.
I’m taking long walks with a friend. I don’t report on where we go, what we talk about. I feel defensive when he (the darling man) asks. I feel my freedom threatened. I want him to trust me.
So what happened to equal rights, really?
