The Warrior and Intimacy
Time and time again I hear women complain about the lack of intimacy in their relationships, especially if they are involved with a “warrior” or someone who has chosen to walk a dark path. It should come as no surprise that these men put up a series of defenses around themselves and their heart. When you see the evil that people do to each other and to themselves it leaves emotional and spiritual scars that sometimes never heal. What makes things worse is when you have done the same thing yourself, whether it was for duty or for cash it still damages you.
No wonder that relationships fail time and time again when one person or both have walked the warrior path. I can only speak from a man’s point of view so that is what, I’m going to concentrate on. Ladies, the hardest thing for us to do is to allow you to really see into our hearts.
Intimacy, in to me see; see into my heart, into my soul. See my fears and my shortcomings; see my wounds and my pain. If I open up to you, will you look into the darkness that is there and run away? Will you take the one good thing that has happened to me and leave me less than I was before? Can you ever understand how hard it is for me to fit into your so-called polite society, with all its bullshit and shallowness? I sit and listen to you and your friends as they go on and on about things that I can never care about. Then you get mad and tell say, “Why cant you just be normal and act like everyone else?” Well, because I am not like everyone else. I know just how precious life is, just how quickly it can change or at worst, end. You keep at it over and over again, thinking that I can change. Thinking that because I love you, I should want to.
Do you honestly think that I like being this way? That when we go somewhere I have to scope the entire place out and choose where and how we will sit. Or maybe I love the idea of flinching every time I hear a loud noise or when someone walks behind me. I just love waking up at night in a cold sweat and walking around the house till the shakes stop, and I have checked every door and window. The nights that I can’t sleep are the worst though, nothing quite like chainsaws and razor wire ripping through my psyche to keep the old eyes bright and full of life. Maybe you like the anger that I have to deal with, anger that you can never understand. Anger so deep that it has become a part of me, a part that I fight to keep in control. When we argue and I walk away it is because I don’t know how to carry on without throwing punches or saying something I can’t take back.
I wish I knew what to tell the women in these situations, I would love to have some sane advice to give you. I think Dr Deborah Harper summed it up best when she said, “don’t get a German shepherd and expect it to act like poodle.” These are two totally different versions of the same species, don’t expect one to act like the other.







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