Wednesday, May 09, 2007

I Hate Myself In Your Eyes

(This is a re-posting from January 2006. I’ve been trying to write something funny and cute, but I think I’m using all my funny-cuteness trying to survive in the non-blog world.)


Even though I knew it was bound to end badly, a little part of me was flattered and curious. I should have listened to my conscience, but when I heard her story and felt her longing, it broke my heart to think of disappointing her. Against my better judgment, I heard myself cheerfully say, "Yes, I’d love to". The thin lilt in my voice might have seemed transparent to anyone who wasn’t in pain.


She was a victim of a long-term relationship that ended in betrayal. Tossed to the curb, scratching and clawing with a willingness to do anything to be welcomed back home. When she found me, she pretended to be whole. I pretended to believe her as I watched her crawl across the floor in a desperate effort to collect the scattered bits of herself. I should have helped her, but I lacked the courage. I told myself I had something in my eye.


After four dates, she told me that she loved me. I didn’t know what to say, but as I studied her face I saw things that repulsed me. The most honest response I could muster was a smile of genuine pity. I drew her close to me so I didn’t have to see her eyes any more. I hated that her abject loneliness made her say such things when I never gave her anything worth loving.


She accepted scraps from me, all the while desperately dancing around my feet begging for more. I listened to her anguish and accepted her gifts and affection, more from my own guilt than any real interest. The longer it went on, the worse I felt. I became cold and hard toward her vulnerability, a stranger to myself. My emotional withdrawal only increased her efforts to please me.


I was relieved when she said she just wanted to be friends. A stone was lifted and I felt free for the first time in what seemed like forever. In that moment of farewell, she became lovely and beautiful for the first time. She no longer reflected the frail and destitute parts of myself that I despise

9 Comments:

At 1:45 PM, Blogger Ron Southern said...

I knew that girl, though it was far back in the early 70's. It's a tossup whether love or pity makes the greater fool of us. I think in my case my snobbery got in the way, too.

 
At 3:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Quite nice.

When in the mood, you might wanna flesh it out a little...?

 
At 7:23 AM, Blogger Blazngfyre said...

Being able to stand on ones's own two feet has always been an attractive quality for me.

 
At 8:14 AM, Blogger afuntanilla said...

you continue to amaze...

 
At 8:45 PM, Blogger Popeye said...

You know I get this.

 
At 5:37 AM, Blogger captain corky said...

You are an amazing writer.

 
At 7:36 AM, Blogger Dan said...

I just have two words in response to this sweet Theresa:

Wow!
Hugs!

 
At 2:50 PM, Blogger Blazngfyre said...

k ...... where are you my hottness???

I miss you ....
*sniff*

 
At 3:44 PM, Blogger storm indigo said...

amazing

 

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