the one that needs saving and the one that saves her
Sometimes I grieve that I didn't get my happily ever after marriage, the nuclear family with the white picket fence, my white knight.
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And sometimes I celebrate, that in a world that *still* sees women as possessions, as appendages, as unacknowledged labor, I ended up as free as I did.
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That I now can create relationships from a position of power and clarity instead of from a place of naiveté and desperation.
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And that I can help my kiddos navigate relationships in a way where they come to power and clarity far earlier than I did.
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Referencing my post from a couple of days ago ("I'm figuring out how to be the one who needs saving and the one that saves her."): I've already saved her. This post today reminds me: I've saved her. I freed her.
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I've been saving her this whole time. Looking back on my life, I see nothing but ways in which I came to her rescue - my rescue.
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Remembering that, I can relax a little now. Whatever this is, even if it doesn't feel like getting saved, something about this might be just that: a salvation.
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What if, even if I can't see or feel it, I am in the process of saving myself?
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