Once you have passed through all the stages of grief, plus a few years of buffer time, you’re able to look back on the self upon whom that disaster befell and wonder at how you could have ever been so trusting.
How could I have been so trusting? Easy: I was young. I was idealistic. I was raised humanistically. I though I could solve any problem. And then I fell in love.
And you know what? It was right. We both profited from it. Who can say who profited more. And because we disentangled this sucessfully so far it is no overall loss. Only a comparatively small crevice at the end of a long basically upward ridge.
And indeed I learn a lot from it.
Indeed I think that the aversion I felt as a youth about this confusing love business is gone. I think our bonding circuits can be put to good use if engaged with care.
How could I have been so trusting? Easy: I was young. I was idealistic. I was raised humanistically. I though I could solve any problem. And then I fell in love.
And you know what? It was right. We both profited from it. Who can say who profited more. And because we disentangled this sucessfully so far it is no overall loss. Only a comparatively small crevice at the end of a long basically upward ridge.
And indeed I learn a lot from it.
Indeed I think that the aversion I felt as a youth about this confusing love business is gone. I think our bonding circuits can be put to good use if engaged with care.