Her Stuff, My Stuff

Because her stuff resonates with my stuff, my desire and even ability to struggle to see her real heart is often blocked. Her anger masks the underlying pain and shields it from honest examination. It also triggers my fears and sets my mind in a defensive mode instead of maintaining compassion. The cycle is cross-linked and functional until I can disengage and resolve my stuff and get healing for my fears. We both are afraid our needs will not be met. We both secretly want the other to give us some life. Another god exposure.