“It’s a simple fact, that you can’t seem to handle me
No matter how you act with them, you can’t handle me
You gotta make me feel you got my back, but you’re a selfish
Narcissistic, psycho-freaking, boot-licking N*zi creep and
You can’t handle me“-“Handle Me” by Robyn
Nothing really matters
Love is all we need
Everything I give you
All comes back to me-“Nothing Really Matters” by Madonna
Your heart is not open
So I must go
The spell has been broken
I loved you so
-“The Power of Good-Bye” by Madonna
“If you ask M. about her future she may start to cry. “It’s just a physical response,” she says, and laughs. She’s at that age, twenty-five, twenty-six, when you begin to have a long memory of yourself. To me she is a bright, talented young woman on the brink of decisions and commitments that will consume her later years. To herself she is paralyzed, indecisive, falling behind. I try to argue the point but this only agitates her more, and then I remember how crazy it used to drive me, at her age, when my parents insisted on my value, my promise, my being “on track.” What offended me, I realize now, was the implication that I was not permitted to feel disappointed in myself. So now when M. expresses anxiety about her life, I don’t argue. I hope I can remember the lesson with my daughter, later on.”
-Scenes from an Open Marriage, by Jean Garnett (link)
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