Do you have these 7-year-cycles in your life that Rudolf Steiner writes about my friend my sister?
From 17 to 24 I was living in Paris a sad lonely life.
Then from 24 to 31 I was living in the hell of abuse, trapped into a highly toxic relationship. I birthed 2 amazing children. I went into the depth of pain and despair.
At 31 years old I escaped. I am almost 38 and I feel I am at the end of a cycle of getting myself back on track, rebuilding my life and discovering who I really am.
“They will laugh at you so hard when they see you, all alone with two kids in tow!” Maybe people will laugh. However, I laughed with joy when I became a lawyer, all alone with my two children.
The manipulator would sometimes spend dozens of minutes during the day to repeat: “Do you know I love you? You do believe me, don’t you? This is very important“. Today, I am a different person because I learned my lesson. However beautiful and convincing the words of a man, they are worthless if his actions do not match. Moreover, I expect a congruence between my own words and actions. It is a matter of integrity and authenticity. I do what I say and I say what I do. Lastly, such an effort is essential to the positive education I want to provide for my children. Acting in alignment with my words means I teach the good example to my children, while it fosters a trustful relationship between us.
At the end of the toxic relationship I was in, the manipulator and I decided to consult a relationship counselor. The man rapidly figured out that I was trapped into an abusive relationship. We saw him a couple of times. He said something I shall never forgot: “The shame does not belong to you“. My friend, my sister, I know what it feels to feel dirty, repulsive and damaged by and because of the violence. Nevertheless, the shame does not belong to us. We did nothing shameful. We stayed far too long in a toxic relationship. Then, we had the courage to make the decision to leave. It was excruciatingly painful. It may have taken years to extract ourselves from the claws of abuse, yet we did it. May we be proud.
I am writing because I cannot keep what I learned for myself. It would be so dishonest. If one lesson I learned the hard way can spare you the pain of experiencing it, then all that pain would not have been felt for nothing.