The fear is of hurting other people, and because I don't really know what hurts or doesn't hurt people, I go for the extra thick super safe option with added airbags.
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Unfortunately, he thought I would be better off without him because of them. Nothing I said would change his mind. How unfortunate is that?
It's very unfortunate and something I'm guilty of doing too. It is the foundation of why I have virtually no contact with my family really. The combination of perfectionism/black and white thinking, lack of seeing things from other peoples perspective and a memory for mistakes, the result of making a mistake grows each time I make one.
If I only you could reformat a memory every few years, or at least archive all the past mistakes so they didnt pop up when all you wanted to do was get a bar of chocolate, life would be so much simpler. Alcohol helped blot out a couple of years but eventually my body couldn't keep up with it.