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Ideal_Rock
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As some of you may know, I''m a dispute resolution psychologist who recently turned author. I wrote the following small piece recently after spending some time observing an emotionally abusive relationship between a man and a woman. After reading some fairly personal posts from women here, I wondered if any PS''ers might relate to it, so thought I''d put it up.
I hope it means something for someone here and even inspires someone to perhaps make a positive life change.
Blessings to you all.
The Teacup and The Boots.
“I love you!” said the teacup joyfully.
“Hey! Not so loud,” said the boots.
“I’m sorry,” said the teacup. Then as gently and softly as it could, “I love you.”
“Well,” said the boots, “I love you too.”
“You do? You love me?” asked the teacup, amazed and starry eyed.
“I do. I love you. Deeply and passionately. I love you forever. But I need to warn you – I have been wounded. Be gentle with me.”
“I will, oh I will!” said the teacup, sidling up and leaning in close.
“I love you so much, I just want to be with you all the time! I just can’t get close enough to you!” said the boots.
“I’m so glad,” said the teacup, slightly muffled. “But do you think you could move away a little? I can’t breathe…”
“Don’t you WANT me?” demanded the boots, hurt.
“Of COURSE I do!” said the teacup, appalled. “Of course I do!”
“So what are you saying? That I’m stupid for wanting to be so close? That you love me – but that you don’t really want me? Hurrrrumph!” said the boots, and turned to storm away.
“Ouch!” said the teacup. “You stepped on me! I…I think I’m cracked…”
“Stop blaming me for the size of my shoes! And besides, I think I cut my foot!”
“Oh! I’m sorry! Here, let me bandage it.”
“Ow! Softer! Softer! You’re doing it wrong and you’re hurting me!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m still cracked.”
“So I suppose I’m a terrible person – that’s what you’re saying.”
“Not at all! Here – let me give you some of my tea. Perhaps you’ll feel better?”
“I’m a pair of boots! What would I do with tea? Now a saucer I could use! How about you give me your saucer?”
“But..but…I only have one saucer. And all the teacups have saucers….”
“You don’t love me. I knew you didn’t.”
I love you! I do love you! Here – have my saucer – I want you to have it!”
“Well, thank you,” said the boots, slightly mollified. “You sure crack easily.”
“I do. I’m a bit fragile. I was made that way,” said the teacup.
“Well, we’re all fragile! At least people don’t pick you up and drag you around by your tongue! If I had a handle like you, I would be much more robust. You know, if you truly loved me, you’d give me your handle.”
“But if I give you my handle, I will barely be a teacup anymore,” said the teacup sadly.
“Of course you will! And perhaps if you give me your handle, you’ll remember that you’re supposed to love me more than all the other boots or teacups or anything. Besides, if I have your saucer, and your handle, then we’ll be truly one.”
“Oh…oh, I see. I so want you to know that I love you, but I don’t think I can break off my handle…”
“Your handle is ugly, why would you want it anyway? It’s just a stupid handle. I don’t want it anymore”
“It’s ugly?” asked the teacup, tea dripping from its cracks.
“Hideous,” said the boots, turning away.
“Then I don’t want it either. I want to be beautiful for you,” said the teacup, and tore its handle away.
The boots said nothing and didn’t seem to notice the tea now pouring from the teacup.
“Hey! Look over there! There’s lots of other teacups!”
“You want other teacups?”
“Well, it would be rude not to be friendly, and besides, I’ve known them longer than you. Let’s go over and visit!”
“I once was friendly with other boots too,” said the teacup. “I’d love to share them with you…”
“YOU WHAT???” bellowed the boots.
“I’m not any more – I’m not! I’ve been looking for boots all of my own! Boots that wanted just me. I think I’ve been looking for you. I love you.”
“You’ve broken my heart! How can you pretend you love me when all you want is to hold tea and have a handle and a saucer, when you won’t truly share yourself with me, when everyone loves you but nobody loves me…well, except you…and a few other measly teacups… But this is just a game to you!”
“It’s not a game! It’s not!” cried the teacup as the shadow of the boots loomed above its head.
“I LOVE you and you don’t love ME!” screamed the boots as they smashed down on the teacup, splitting it into broken pieces, its tea running away. “I’m leaving! You let me know when you decide you love me!” said the boots, and stomped off over the hill and away in the direction of the other teacups.
“I love you,” whispered the teacup.
“I love you.”
I hope it means something for someone here and even inspires someone to perhaps make a positive life change.
Blessings to you all.
The Teacup and The Boots.
“I love you!” said the teacup joyfully.
“Hey! Not so loud,” said the boots.
“I’m sorry,” said the teacup. Then as gently and softly as it could, “I love you.”
“Well,” said the boots, “I love you too.”
“You do? You love me?” asked the teacup, amazed and starry eyed.
“I do. I love you. Deeply and passionately. I love you forever. But I need to warn you – I have been wounded. Be gentle with me.”
“I will, oh I will!” said the teacup, sidling up and leaning in close.
“I love you so much, I just want to be with you all the time! I just can’t get close enough to you!” said the boots.
“I’m so glad,” said the teacup, slightly muffled. “But do you think you could move away a little? I can’t breathe…”
“Don’t you WANT me?” demanded the boots, hurt.
“Of COURSE I do!” said the teacup, appalled. “Of course I do!”
“So what are you saying? That I’m stupid for wanting to be so close? That you love me – but that you don’t really want me? Hurrrrumph!” said the boots, and turned to storm away.
“Ouch!” said the teacup. “You stepped on me! I…I think I’m cracked…”
“Stop blaming me for the size of my shoes! And besides, I think I cut my foot!”
“Oh! I’m sorry! Here, let me bandage it.”
“Ow! Softer! Softer! You’re doing it wrong and you’re hurting me!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m still cracked.”
“So I suppose I’m a terrible person – that’s what you’re saying.”
“Not at all! Here – let me give you some of my tea. Perhaps you’ll feel better?”
“I’m a pair of boots! What would I do with tea? Now a saucer I could use! How about you give me your saucer?”
“But..but…I only have one saucer. And all the teacups have saucers….”
“You don’t love me. I knew you didn’t.”
I love you! I do love you! Here – have my saucer – I want you to have it!”
“Well, thank you,” said the boots, slightly mollified. “You sure crack easily.”
“I do. I’m a bit fragile. I was made that way,” said the teacup.
“Well, we’re all fragile! At least people don’t pick you up and drag you around by your tongue! If I had a handle like you, I would be much more robust. You know, if you truly loved me, you’d give me your handle.”
“But if I give you my handle, I will barely be a teacup anymore,” said the teacup sadly.
“Of course you will! And perhaps if you give me your handle, you’ll remember that you’re supposed to love me more than all the other boots or teacups or anything. Besides, if I have your saucer, and your handle, then we’ll be truly one.”
“Oh…oh, I see. I so want you to know that I love you, but I don’t think I can break off my handle…”
“Your handle is ugly, why would you want it anyway? It’s just a stupid handle. I don’t want it anymore”
“It’s ugly?” asked the teacup, tea dripping from its cracks.
“Hideous,” said the boots, turning away.
“Then I don’t want it either. I want to be beautiful for you,” said the teacup, and tore its handle away.
The boots said nothing and didn’t seem to notice the tea now pouring from the teacup.
“Hey! Look over there! There’s lots of other teacups!”
“You want other teacups?”
“Well, it would be rude not to be friendly, and besides, I’ve known them longer than you. Let’s go over and visit!”
“I once was friendly with other boots too,” said the teacup. “I’d love to share them with you…”
“YOU WHAT???” bellowed the boots.
“I’m not any more – I’m not! I’ve been looking for boots all of my own! Boots that wanted just me. I think I’ve been looking for you. I love you.”
“You’ve broken my heart! How can you pretend you love me when all you want is to hold tea and have a handle and a saucer, when you won’t truly share yourself with me, when everyone loves you but nobody loves me…well, except you…and a few other measly teacups… But this is just a game to you!”
“It’s not a game! It’s not!” cried the teacup as the shadow of the boots loomed above its head.
“I LOVE you and you don’t love ME!” screamed the boots as they smashed down on the teacup, splitting it into broken pieces, its tea running away. “I’m leaving! You let me know when you decide you love me!” said the boots, and stomped off over the hill and away in the direction of the other teacups.
“I love you,” whispered the teacup.
“I love you.”