crouchingtigress -> RE: When is it too much? (4/10/2006 10:59:16 AM)
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God, I know where you are, I had the same experience and it was sooooo painful, I fell in love with a man that wanted no less then total slavery and it just was not me, yet I endured for years, because of how much I loved him. Then I started to ask myself why was I the only one sacrificing? If he loved me why couldn't he change for me in the same 360 that I changed for him? Why and how could something like BDSM come in the way of love? It just did not make sense love grows and love compromises in my understanding. Over time I realized he was never going to change, he was always going to want more and always be angry and make me feel guilty for not giving that to him. The non-bdsm times are the happiest of my life, we have a great connection, same humor, same hobbies, same beliefs and just got along like a house on fire....to this day he is my favorite lover... But I finally and with a heavy heart left him, because it was doing more harm then good to myself esteem and because I wanted his happiness and he could never have that with me. If it is not consentual it is abuse I realized, and all the love I had for this man meant nothing if I was willing to be abused by him. (ps. I agree he is being an asshole in some ways, and in others he is just being who he is, and even he does not have much control over that) Below is an old parable i have found helpful at many times in my life: The Scorpion and the Frog One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river. The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back. Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream. "Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?" "Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly. "Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!" Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!" "This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!" "Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog. "Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!" So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current. Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs. "You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?" The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back. "I could not help myself. It is my nature."
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