He had a softness to his eyes. A gentle body language, almost too gentle.
It’s like he blended into the room’s wallpaper and you wondered where he began and where he ended.
But he wasn’t bothersome. quiet the opposite, he had a soothing presence. Almost an “awake” ness to him so that you can fall asleep, should you need to.
But that was the deceiving bit. He was anything but safe.. Actually, he was quite dangerous but you wouldn’t know it. Not until you got to know him better. Not until he played with your mind just enough to make you think you’re nuts. You’d think he was your dream come true..until it wasn’t.
Until your world turned dark and you began to wonder who you really are in this thing called the universe of people.
You see, this man had the allure, the allure of the dangerous man.
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Many of us meet people who have dangerous streaks; think about anyone in leadership with a narcissistic streak, a coldhearted CEO or someone in your community who has the gift of the gab, but when you come closer, engages in disconnected, sword-spitting language.
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The same is true in all forms of relationships. And when it comes to these personalities in romantic relationships, they are not different, yet the impact can feel harsher as the interactions are intimate, and ongoing.
Let me share with you a story of a woman who had a deeply connective relationship with a invisibly “dangerous man”. I call his danger invisible, as there are no glaring outward red flags, but they are there- nonverbally, present and powerful.
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Debra was a woman I had met in a local cafe, and we had an almost instantaneous connection. When I saw her standing on line, I felt drawn to her - it was almost like I wanted to get to know her even though we had not met before. I overheard her order for a new flavored coffee, and was bold enough to ask her about it.
Her softness in her response and her patience in explaining the details to me, were so kind and sweet.
She then went on to tell me that she tasted this new flavored toasted coffee bean blend flavor on a day that she needed a perk in her life. I laughed and shared how I so relate to how coffee can hit the spot in a way that lifts our spirits.
“Sometimes it’s the small things, ay?” I said.
“Yes”, she said, and then in a lowered whisper voice she said “it was the first time I tasted real sweetness, in over a year..and not just on my tastebuds, but my heart was feeling good, actually good, for the first time in a long long while.”
I saw relief overtake her face as she took a pause and breathed.
I just ended a bad relationship and I haven’t felt this good in a while.
“Oh so you’re tasting the taste of way more than this delightful coffee bean, ay?” I ask
“Oh yes indeed”, she says, with her face breaking into a wide grin.
Over the next few minutes, we chatted and I got to know more about her. Debra was an Internist, with a specialty in cardiovascular disease. She was a smart woman.
After sharing that what I do for work, Debra starts opening up even more. Often, when someone knows that I’m a therapist, they feel more free to share. Debra and I had sat down as we were both on our lunch break. I had come for my afternoon caffeine fix, and she was in town for a meeting.
Debra goes on to share a brief overview of her relationship she recently ended. I got the 411: Jake was a guy she had strong chemistry with, it was intoxicating, sometimes enjoyable, but often unsettling and disturbing.
It seemed to me like it was pretty recent, as she shared with emotive energy….
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I nod as I listen to her share some more. “Yes, that makes sense, it seems like it was really rough, and still is in some ways, huh? It’s almost like now you’re left with digesting it all, and regaining your footing..hmm?”
She nods in agreement and then pauses. I must have not fully understood her. I’m open to hearing more…
Esther, I don’t know if anyone could truly understand what it felt like to be in that relationship unless they’ve been through it….I sometimes have moments when I can’t believe I was actually in that kind of relationship.
Ah. I think I get it a bit more now. She feels misunderstood by most- and understandably so. It seems that this particular relationship had some dynamics that were multifaceted and complex. It would make sense to me why most people wouldn’t understand the nuances that she experienced.
She goes on to describe Jake to me. And as she shares, I conjure an image in my head of Jake. The Ex Boyfriend.
She describes Jake and I’m starting to get a better picture of who he is, and what it was like for her to be with him. Jake seems like Mister Bittersweet”. Now, most relationships, just like people, have different aspects to them: the soft part, the sweet part, the prickly protective parts, the bitter parts holding pain, anger or annoyance, and the between, medium parts.
Debra goes on and share about “Mister Bittersweet”….and the dialectical feelings she’s processing as she lets go…
And you know what the interesting thing is? I don’t relate to it as all bad- as painful as it was, and as manipulative Jake was, he also had super sweet parts. I miss parts of him. The smirk that would come over his face when he was about to say something funny to make me laugh. The gestures of kindness he would do so that he can feel good that he can take care of me. The chilling in the car on road trips we took when we both needed a break from the world. And the way he kissed me- those memories have some sweetness laced in them.
And those these memories sometimes flutter through my mind.
I know that it’s normal to have some positive memories. And no, I don’t regret ending the relationship for a second because I know how not-ok I was when I was in touch with him. Because any of the time I was engaged with him I was stuck in this cycle of trying to reach for him- to grasp for his attention, to create some kind of stability that I never had with him.