A brain disorder caused by absent-y fathers. A disease that defines how we love, how we crave admiration.
Some chemical imbalance that feeds off our sexual prowess, and our desire to be wanted.
Damaged Goods.
Broken Property.
Left with an inbuilt sense of worthlessness, because daddy wasn’t there. So fearful, subconsciously, of being abandoned again, that we hurt ourselves. We tie the bonds between us and our male consorts far too tight. Craving to be inside their very skulls, just to be certain that they love us – to be reassured they aren’t going to leave. Can this fucked up state of being be related to the fact that ‘daddy’ ran away with the villainous step-mother?
I know from watching others, that it is normal to cry and rage whilst fighting with a lover. It is NOT however normal to carve a heart into your chest. It is NOT normal to feel as if your heart is held in an iron vice, and its being crushed….
… and this pain is stopping you from breathing.
And it is that catch, that point of inhale before the break that holds you dangling before the abyss waiting till the fighting is done, and your Prince says he loves you.
By Jade Batchelor
Country Hedgewitch 