The Drop of a Hat

She gave me many gifts. Though none were intended as such…

When I thought I could get no higher, she pulled out the rug and removed the mask, and let me see the truth. I have not been the same person since.

How many of us can draw that line and say this is who and what changed me? I wonder if she had a choice? I am beginning to think that this was spiritual beyond her control. However, really, I don’t know.

She removed the kindness from me. I am no longer the gullible and needy sap ready to give at the drop of a hat. I have that great ability for savageness that so few come to embrace, for now I see that weakness for what it is.

To know intimacy with both sides of the same coin. The light and the darkness. What a gift!

I still have the pause button. The ability to walk away. To maintain the ability to fight another day. To not cross that line. I’m afraid if I ever started, I might not be able to stop.

Dennis Mantin

3 thoughts on “The Drop of a Hat

  1. One of the women I care for deeply in the past, but withdraw their affection immediately without any explanation.

    The reason being they were a narcissist and they were bomb in the beginning and then they were drew that and I didn’t know it made me think that they didn’t care or there was something wrong with me.

    The truth is they play games with our care and love.

    That’s what you show him the door and don’t ever look back…

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