When Tears fall No More
Home Up It's all About Faith I Love That Cat Contravallation of America You and I The Dilemma of Love Please do not lose those tender feelings... Nothing Profound A sorrowful God When Time Triumphs This is My faith My One Dearest True Love God does not create Quitters Find Happiness in Another Where are my Securities? We're Too Much the Same Telling Others what to Do In Times of Need Clouds crowd my Mind What Distant land is This? To tease and Please Inspector Life I know that Much I Cannot Fix Her Who Am I to me. Not a Night goes By Inspired by Reality, Oh Yeah! Feild of Fears +Why you never call+ When Tears fall No More My impassioned Heart Indecisive Indecision I don't care if it is a Fantasy Death will embrace me like a Lover Why do I have this Headset On? Turkey Istanbul Summer 1976 Promulgation of Life One Good Man Defining the Struggle

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When Teardrops fall No More

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I listened to my cat purr and show his affections.  He appreciates me, he allows me to come close, and he trusts me.  Is that not what we all want to have from a loving relationship? Too take with our lover~ I don’t know exactly at what point everything changed.  I can remember an argument in which I am shouting through eyes filled with tears “doesn’t loyalty mean anything to you?”  And then shockingly disconnecting the phone and ending the conversation.  I do not remember what made “that” so important to me, but I could never disregard the message I was being sent. Even after all my visits, conversations, and sexual relations I was still not considered trustworthy or for that matter worth having as a mate.

    There was no need for revenge; there was no need for vindictiveness, yet there was just a validation of how critical I had been treated.  I would never look at the Negativity or harsh judgments because of what I wrote- to express myself.  There were times of praise when I spoke with “my true feelings”, it seemed as if I was finally connecting.  I thought you had finally realized how badly I need, and I want to be one’ with you.  You would only hold me at a distance~ afraid of something- I can only speculate at.  I can never get to the real reason why I was not considered compatible?  It is a frustration I’ll have to learn to live with.  I tried to disregard commonsense and make a relationship work were only “one side” really wanted to be in love.  I was convenient to have around; until, I guess that someone special finally did show up.

     I would try to deny that my jealousy was too strong to overcome.  I would bow down and be submissive- once again.  If something is wrong, it was always pointed out that it was my fault.  I began to believe I was the one who always caused trouble, I was the one who was always unfair, and I was one who is being selfish.  One day I realized that for any relationship to work there must be honesty and freedom to communicate.  I was being told that my conversations were inconvenient.  I was told I made you feel bad because you feel obligated to talk to me.  I was told to deny my passions for true intimacy and just listen.  I listened for a long time...  I began to see that in all my other gentle and loving relationships, I never felt ashamed to call.  I never felt guilty because I wanted to talk on the phone.

    And I decided that I do have power.  I decided to stand my ground and make my needs known.  It’s amazing when you see the person show you only disregard.  It’s demeaning when you’re told not to call because “it’s inconvenient.”  It shows the true character of the friendship when you cannot be honest without getting yelled at.  And when you had a bad day, you are quick to point out how I made you so unhappy.  You told me I was scary, you told me I was untrustworthy, and you asked why I could not be faithful?  Everything you filled my mind with was to punish me.  I don’t think you really meant to punish me, put me down, or always pointed out how I did not measure up, but you did just those things.

 

Thomas A. SUTOR

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Lompoc CA 93438

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