Posted by seldomseen on January 19, 2008, at 16:35:44
Or rather the way I used to feel about him I guess.
What I felt for him was so real to me, and so powerful and so amazing.
I remember one time he went to Europe and brought me a gift back from the Freud museum.
I remember him thanking me for letting him be there while I re-experienced all the stuff from my childhood. All that trauma. All the badness in that room that somehow he made safe.
I remember seeing him in public and hiding!!!
I remember how even when it was 102 degrees outside, he still wore long-sleeved starched shirts.
I remember how long he waited for me to be honest with him and how took all my abuse.
I remember him saying one day very very sternly "all that shame you feel is not yours to carry, it does not belong to you."
I remember how his love helped me to love.
I miss him and I miss needing him.
Just rambling.
Seldom.
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