Unsupportive Support

I had some moments of rage today.

I know, right?

That just doesn’t even belong anywhere around here lately, but it is what it is.

I had some rage.

First let me add the preemptive caveat that if you think this is you I’m talking about: well it either is or it isn’t. Go with your gut instinct. But you know that more often than not, the 5 people that read here are NOT who gets the focus of my rage. If I’m pissed at you or feel like you’re pissed at me,  I will either just call you right up and lay it on the table, or be so overtly passive aggressive that we both start laughing and just bless it and let it go. We know how I work in that arena. So don’t fret.

This thing that’s going on with me?

It’s good. It’s true. It’s authentic.

It has changed everything.

Everything.

But I’m not mad about it.

I’m not freaked out.

I’m not crosseyed with the hearts and flowers and coloring every episode a lovely shade of blush and bashfull to the point of not knowing what’s happening, either.

What I am, is happy.

What I am is excitedly content.

So when I’m met with…let’s not call it “unsupportive behavior” let’s just call it “active reservations” –about this thing that is doing wonders for my complexion, I want you to know that I get it.

I get it.

Yeah, it’s all whirl-windy-silly when compressed into the devices we use to mark time.

Yeah, it can perhaps be seen as illogical.

I get it.

That actively reserved stance comes from several places. Most of which are a direct result of the choices I’ve made in my past relationships. Reaction comes from fear and wariness and the need to protect from future mistakes. All of those things are strategic parts of a great friendship.

I have felt them for many of you at one time.

You’ve seen me stumble and you’ve picked me up. You’ve seen me want something so desperately that I chose to lose parts and pieces of myself, and you steadfastly helped to piece me back together again when the day came. You’ve understood the way I’ve chosen to navigate this life, and up until awhile ago, all of that made perfect sense.

So. I get the fear. I get the cautious optimism. It’s what I’ve given you to go on.

I am here to tell you, friends…the time has come to give you a different template.

I ask that you understand that the roads have all led me to this place.

I ask that you continue to love me, even if I fall again, just as I do you.  I ask that you put that fear and that reactionary impulse to immediately doubt and disbelieve, I ask that you tuck that away.

And I ask that you not view this thing, this shiny, perfectly wonderful thing, with that clouded, scratched lens. Don’t project that which you view with the fear I have shown you previously, onto this thing that needs not be feared.

Because it’s starting to fucking piss me off.

(see what I did there?)

Being happy is a choice.

and it’s the one that I choose.

So please try not to worry. I’m in very capable and strong and supportive hands.

 

 

 

 

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11 Responses to Unsupportive Support

  1. the bad cat says:

    dammit…where are the butterflies? I want butterflies. BTW…well said. Gotchyerback.

  2. Cindy says:

    Life is too short not to make the most of it.

  3. Shouna says:

    If you are happy, then I’m happy. So excited for you!

  4. nancy says:

    This is your relationship. Don’t try to be a pleaser by making everyone else happy with your choices. Just be you. And you rock. heart u.

  5. Suzy says:

    I am in your corner full on. FULL.ON!

    Now, as the older and wiser of the two of us…it’s hard to retrain our friends. Super hard. Harder than it was to actually train them in the ways we want to be cared for. We beg and beg and beg them when we are in the depth of our pain to never let us do stupid things EVER AGAIN. (Remember those times?) Even when we say those things aren’t stupid this time. So, be also just as kind and understanding to the very well trained loved ones that are pissing you off right now. They only know what they have been taught and they will take time to change as well. Time…that thing that has hardly passed yet. Remind them with all the love and respect you can muster that you are the one that has “put yourself on the line”…”thrown caution to the wind”…”let yourself become vulnerable”…”exposed your soul”…all willingly and with full awareness of the consequences. They’ll come around. Of course they won’t have the benefit of the mud, music, and morning coffees to accelerate the experience but it won’t take them nearly as long to realize that this is a good thing once they get to see this magic of which you speak. Friends are way too good a thing to get mad at them for worrying and caring and letting you know they love you in their flawed human ways – even if it seems unsupportive.

    And then tell them to fucking keep it to themselves if they don’t have anything nice to say. Because above all else you still need to retrain them and if they don’t get that respect for individual free will is a thing to be admired and tested then they need to get schooled right quick like.

    XOS

  6. Taryn says:

    “Good Point, Well Made…Ms. Pryor”!! 🙂

  7. Kathy Pledger says:

    I’m pretty easy to train/retrain so count me ON BOARD!!! Yay for happiness…and FUCK you write real real good!! 😉

  8. Sarah says:

    Somehow, I didn’t see this post until today when I was reading about the Listen to Your Mother Show (Amazing. Amazing. Amazing). I don’t know who would not be over the top happy for you just because you are over the top happy. Believe me, I got more than one raised eyebrow over out of the blue marrying Jack. You take happiness where you find it. You run with it. You keep it close and guard it. You just live in the now because life is too good not to.

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