Thank You

Unconditional love is a rare occurrence.

Thank you for finding the strength in my weakness.
Where I can only hate myself,
you fight to reinforce my worth.

Thank you for struggling through my stubborn self-loathing.
When I can only make myself bleed,
you find bandages to bind the wounds.

Thank you for picking me up when I stumble and fall.
Where I fail to stand and move ahead,
you're there to catch and nudge me forward.

Thank you for listening, even when I struggle to speak.
When I've lost my voice,
you sort through my tangled thoughts to find the message.

Thank you for being patient enough to out-stubborn me.
Where I refuse to speak,
you ask until you can drag it out of me…even when it takes hours.

Thank you for guiding me.
When others have left me in the dark,
you became my shining light.

Thank you for taking every fragmented piece of me for what it is.
Where others let the shards of my psyche fall away,
you stopped to pick them up.

Thank you for being you without falter.

Thank you for loving me unconditionally.

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Lucky if this person really exists for you. Are you able to respond in kind to his particular fears/needs? Sometimes what appears to be "unconditional love" is actually a co-dependent relationship where one party needs to be needed and to be the fixer. Jus' sayin'...I recently wrote a piece called "Don't Get It Twisted" in which I describe I'm not your savior, you're not mine, I will love your damage, but will not be responsible for fixin' it, only providing triage until a professional can step in. And I don't need a knight, my cape is dry cleaned and ready for any villians I need to dispatch. Two wholes together are an army of two and have a better chance of "surviving" all the elements that can beleaguer a relationship in this current world. But...each relationship develops as the parties need...or not and such is life. Again...2:45 am, I'm on foster puppy duty tonight (they require feeding and playing and poop/pee training every two hours so I'm rambling.) This does read like a thank you/love letter and is complete and articulate.

[Jamie]

I do my best. Sometimes, I'm literally incapable, being in a dissociative/semi-catatonic; however, even then, I'll try, and sometimes, it snaps me out of it.

I get what you're saying. I saw it growing up and try to be very aware of that in my own relationship.

He's supportive adhesive while I work with psychologists/psychiatrists to get my s--t together. He knows that. He understands that he's not my psychologist, but my boyfriend, and is there to support, not to fix.

Puppies are adorable..., but damn, I remember doing that when we got our puppy when I lived with my parents. Good luck.

[Carol Cashes]

Well, our 15 year old had a stroke last Saturday, and by Monday had ceased to eat or drink. It was quick and a hard decision to make as she was not "suffering" as we know it: pain or disease. But I made the right decision. Her obituary is here on the site - Miss Sophie. By Friday, my husband, who is a disabled vet and just had a very invasive back surgery, lost his bed buddy and told me that the hole in his heart was too big and gaping and needed to be filled with another dog. We ended up with the two because the one I fell in love with was too young for adoption, but we could foster if we took a sibling. They had already named them: Katrina and Irene, two of the fiercest hurricanes ever. They are now the Storm Sisters and both will be staying.

I'm happy that he supports and not tries to "fix". Very smart man...and that's an uncommon trait among the male species.

[Jamie]

Shiiiitt, I'm so sorry to hear that. The loss of pets is terrible. Hey, fostering, and then adopting. Good way to go. Raise them the way you want them to behavior from the very beginning... The Storm Sisters. That's awesome. Are they little s**t disturbers?

He is smart; I forget he's four years younger than me, turning 19 this year. He always apologizes for not being able to help more, being long distance, but never for not being able to, "fix".

When he was here, he kept an eye on me during a psychotic episode. Took his knife outside with us to try and placate my borked out psyche that was convinced there was s**t outside. Creatures, monsters, wtfever. He supports and understands he can't fix. He's a rarity, I suppose.

[Carol Cashes]

Maybe he's the lucky one...you're intelligent, exotic, never boring, for damn sure, and probably a hottie. So, looks like a win/win to me...

[Carol Cashes]

And oh yeah, read your profile...all those languages? But can you speak snarky? It's my second language and I'm quite fluent. If you can, you can sit at my lunch table any time. Okay, it's not the popular crowd, in fact, I'm usually alone, but I have a bajillion questions about your parallel universe and you can use me for a case study on how a pasty middle aged white lady was able to reach Master level bad a*s by interviewing me about my history. Deal?

[Jamie]

I'm not completely fluent, but I can get guy with them, and I'm still actively learning Dutch. Just a beginner there, but my boyfriend helps me learn (given he's the Dutchie. xD)

Oh, if you don't speak snark/smartass in my family, you don't survive. I am also fluent.

Hey, feel free to ask anything. So sounds good to me. :D