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Tuesday, September 07, 2004 Soulmates Throughout Time
Alex,* for lack of a better phrase, was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth. On the contrary, she was born on the borderline of lower middle class and upper poverty. She was a bright, bubbly, highly intelligent child – more than a bit precocious, perhaps – and exceedingly-gifted beyond her years. She was also plagued by the demons of childhood traumas in the forms of physical, emotional and mental abuses inflicted on her by her father, paternal grandmother, members of her extended family, schoolmates, and even so-called friends. She withdrew further and further into herself, and began absorbing all of the negative words she was hearing as "truths," and continued to incorporate them into her personal concepts in relation to her own self-esteem and self-worth. Fragile does not even begin to describe the shattered psyche that was precariously teetering on adulthood. We won't even mention the dangers of a whole new set of evils lurking just around the corner. Alex spent a sheltered adolescence without dating, or parties, or any of the things that normal teenagers experience. She spent most of her time alone, locked in her room with soulful music, journals, writing poetry, and dreaming of a whole wide world of endless possibilities outside the confines of her parents' home. At eighteen, this shy, naïve, inexperienced girl was allowed to get her first job, where she was immediately besieged by a pack of wild dogs, in the form of older men, who smelled fresh naivety, and a smoldering, untapped sensuality, and were moving in for the “kill.” Alex was utterly surprised and totally flattered by all the attention, and completely oblivious to the ulterior motives. She didn't realize these wolves all seemed to think they were playing the starring role in a famous Vladimir Nabokov novel. She was searching for love and foolishly willing to trade sex to get it; while they were simply searching for sex and willing to trade a little attention to get it. To them, it was but a small price to pay; for Alex, a large price, indeed. Once again, she found herself used, abused and discarded. If her self-esteem could have sank any lower, Alex would have had to dig a hole to let it continue downward. That's when she met Doug.* Although she was still extremely apprehensive, there was something about him that put her at ease. He didn't seem like all the others; there seemed to be a sincerity that made him somehow different. Doug was sixteen years her senior, and he had a charming, intellectual, philosophical outlook on life that made Alex reflect on her own life and how she had, at times, contributed to playing the role of a victim. Doug was fond of saying “No one can make you 'feel' something. You 'allow' yourself to feel that way.” Their relationship grew out of their mutual needs for friendship, compassion, caring, understanding, someone to listen without judging, a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on, and a desire to share not just their bodies, but their souls as well. Alex's love grew for Doug daily, but Doug was incapable of uttering those three simple words. He, too, had been hurt in the past in bitterly cruel ways – ways that can scar a heart so deeply that it can make it afraid to open up to the potential of ever truly loving again. What a pair they made – the walking-wounded – clinging to one another, for they knew, deep inside, whether they were willing to admit it or not, that they were soul-mates who were destined to be together, forever. How can two people, from such widely diverse backgrounds – age, situation, circumstance – ever overcome all of the challenges that face them so that they can be together? In this lifetime, they haven't, although they've tried and tried. But, soul-mates keep returning, lifetime after lifetime, searching for one another, until they finally are together as they should be. Alex and Doug may not have sustained a permanent connection in this lifetime, but there's always the next lifetime. The bond between them has sustained for almost a quarter of a century, and they still instantly reconnect, no matter how much time passes between the times they talk or see one another. And, a love this strong will continue to seek out the essence of Alex and Doug until they are together again for the lifetime of happiness that they deserve. Doug, Alex has always loved you, and she always will! * names have been changed to protect the 'innocent' Originally published Thursday May 29, 2003 (bw) 2003 © Copyrighted Materials - All Rights Reserved. Susan Reno-Gilliland A Southern Belle's Life # posted by Kitty : 8:44 AM
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