RE: CONCURSO | Última carta/Last letter
It sounds as if we shared the same father not able to be suportive. A big mouth, bragging how almighty and not even noticing they "win" because others allow them to. At first it feels easier that way till the backstabbing starts and you are called names you didn't even know they exist.
Leaving is the way to save what is left from you even though there's nothing to be proud of due...
If people like these aren't corrected, crushed how much more harm will they cause to others?
A great entry if it comes to "hurt pride" although to me this goes deeper. It's not the pride that is hurt but the essence of the being trampled on, not allowed to see the daylight and bloom.
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Thank you for your entry my dear friend
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That's right, my friend, it's about "wounded pride," but the story is also about how, for strange reasons, at some point in our existence, we cling to abusive and indecent people.
There are some psychoeducational theories that say that when we choose partners we seek to perpetuate the figure of the abusive father or mother.
However, there are other approaches that say that one seeks to live new experiences. That is, never lived before. So, whoever has not had an abusive father or mother will look for a partner who makes them feel what that means.
According to the above, we have no escape. We are prone to always be victims or victimizers.
I believe there is an escape. I don't believe we cling to abusive people but we are raised with the idea to be loyal to family.
I don't see it that way and never did.
Many years have past and I never regretted I left. I still do not see family as the most close people to me. Perhaps I am harsh or is it I am not blind? I do not favour family above those who are to me and that will never happen.
I am also not that mother who will do everythimg for her child no matter what they did.
I don't believe we pick the partner or friends which are a copy of a parent. What does might happen is that we do not change the environment we live in. On the other hand it will be hard to recognize someone who truly cares next to the fact a partfears being alone while others have to to be able to breathe.
It takes time to be yourself or find back the person you once were. Own ideals, wishes, dreams.
Life is a personal journey to experience and became richer. A victim you can only be if you feel that way.
I never saw myself as a victim, the idiot being fooled and lied to yes, but not a victim. Not even as a child.
Solo acuñaré esta frase del inicio de un cuento de Angles Mastretta. El cuento se titula: La tía Daniela.
Acá el link por si deseas acercarte a esta escritora. a mí me gustó el cuento: https://narrativabreve.com/2014/09/cuento-angeles-mastretta-la-tia-daniela.html
Gracias por compartir 🤣
Si me preguntas a mi los estúpidos se enamoran como idiotas también
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