So confuslingly crazy, I miss her, love her but I do not like her one bit. At the same time I wait for her call.
Hello peiper -- it is paradoxical, isn't it? I feel like my relationship is my own personal zen koan, whose answer is somewhere in me -- meaning that I can sit with the paradox and determine how I am going to relate to it. I think, rather than waiting for the proverbial "other shoe to drop" we can choose to work with the stages of detachment -------------------->
Some days, in my mind, my ex-girlfriend looms larger than other days. But, in retrospect, in the four months since I joined this community, I have re-framed and re-examined and re-claimed the power I once gave to her.