The Truth Really Does Set You Free: Part 3


And they called it puppy love but it felt more like an attack dog bite.

Just walk on by. At least he said that before I moved away for college. Four years of forlorn was enough. I must have unconsciously known that to break a bad love pattern required exiling myself from Aidan. I wanted to turn him into a memory of a love that never was. Better yet, a person that never was in my life. An extreme solution broke a pattern and resulted in a split.

In December 2012 I heard of a new book called “May Cause Miracles” by Gabrielle Bernstein. That moment began a domino effect of one miracle after another. Bernstein had created a social media website called Book clubs were forming around the book and eventually it led to a new network of fellow readers who were ready to shift into a mindset of love.

One of those people was Heather Strang. Meeting the Portland-based author of “The Quest”, life coach, and BodyTalk practitioner began the process by which I became determined to see with love. Love in the humanistic sense. Fear serves the ego writes Bernstein. When love is present the Divine can intervene and a miracle moment can happen in an instant. I call her “Healing Heather” because as tough as it was she held the space for me to confront my fear.

So I took a chance and dashed to Portland to participate in Heather’s "Manifest True Love" with BodyTalk series. My intellect wasn’t happy but sometimes you have to roll the dice. I was willing to gamble and lose because hard earned cash for the chance to heal being terrified of love. A fright that began when I split love from friendship and fear has run the show ever since. Love and friendship are two distinct things but they can co-exist. Splitting is never healthy. It’s the hallmark of a borderline personality to engage in black and white thinking tied up with fear of abandonment. This is not a self-diagnosis or even a self-disclosure. All I am saying is that sometimes it’s OK to be in a “gray zone”. Not just in love but life.

Through Heather’s “Manifest True Love” workshops the divide in my heart began to dissolve as fear began to diminish. Heather’s patience and guidance have been a supportive remedy as I put one foot in front of the other to walk away from grip of fear. The split in my psyche sowed the seeds for my thin blue line policy around love, lovers, and friends. Friendship and love no longer co-existed in my mind. Now I had a new problem.

I never experienced the depth of closeness with another man that I had with Aidan. Lovers were never friends. When a breakup happened there was no friendship loss which meant I had minimized any emotional setback. It’s easy to walk out the door when you never let him get too close. Besides being petrified every moment of being exploited again I looked for cues that he didn’t care. Eventually I’d gather enough “evidence” to create a case to leave. My motivation was to avoid another Aidan situation which meant the cure was worse than the disease.

Aidan had seen me laugh, cry, be utterly weak, artificially strong, and utterly flawed. In all those moments of imperfection he was still there with me every day after school. We’d walk together to the train station because Aidan’s presence deterred the redneck classmates from hassling me. I never asked him to. He just started one day.

There is no doubt in my mind that Aidan genuinely cared for me. He made me feel safe and protected while simultaneously making it clear he would never love me back. Not the way he loved Isabella, Melanie, Jeannette, and so forth. I got a birthday card. Those ladies received gifts. Isabella and company were women. I was forever his girl.

So what was his betrayal? That is just it. Aidan didn’t betray me. He was an instrument of betrayal that I used to betray myself. Aidan is falsely accused. He always has been. Every man since has been innocent too. There are two dancers in a tango. I choose a dark tango laced with tragedy when its polar opposite was my other available option. Fear can only be attracted to its mirror. So too can love.

Only as I have gotten older and faced my self-vindictiveness, do I see that Aidan was blameless all along. He never promised me anything more than friends. I was the one who allowed my fear to hold me back from finding someone else who would have been a real boyfriend instead of a boy friend. Indulging in my fear I settled for crumbs and life can only give us what we are willing to receive. The only person I can rightfully blame is myself.

No one coerced me to remain in the forever friends category with Aidan. I chose to create an internal Berlin Wall between the left and right chambers of my heart. A split heart is one that beats with fear. Fear constricts and love can’t flow in and out freely. Courage resides in the heart. Had it possessed it, it would have sought its heart’s desires, and wrestled itself free of Aidan sooner. Why didn’t I have a High School or College sweetheart? I wouldn’t allow myself to have one.