A person can feel love profoundly…
and yet be incapable of the work required to sustain it.
This is not about the depth of the emotion.
It is about the fragility of the person experiencing it…
A PATTERN…
He loves in bursts.
Powerfully.
Passionately.
Convincingly.
But love that comes in surges also disappears in surges.
He feels devotion on Monday, collapse on Wednesday, regret on Friday, and righteousness on Sunday.
That isn’t love’s fault…that’s emotional dysregulation.
I am looking at his patterns…
Patterns don’t lie…
He can “talk the work.”
He cannot “live the work.”
When he said, “You are the love of my life”… he meant it in that moment.
But when the discomfort came —
when compromise was needed —
when real healing was required —
his system collapsed.
Because letting go relieved him of responsibility.
It relieved him of consistency.
It relieved him of accountability.
It relieved him of the work he promised but cannot sustain.
And because giving up is less terrifying to him
than facing himself.
And I respect that…
And there isn’t one piece of my soul that feels surprised. I jumped into this with great caution and uncertainty expecting the best and prepared for the worst.
I am trained to recognize the behavior…it is knowledge married to intuition…
His emotions operate like fireworks:
brilliant… explosive… and gone in seconds.
My emotions operate like a lighthouse:
steady… grounded… consistent… guiding.
I fell in love with him because his fire is intoxicating.
I had to leave him because his fire burns the house down.
This is God’s validation of my intuition…yet I wear my “Soulmate” around my neck and “know” that his love was as deep as his actions.
And so on, and so forth…
Love,
Wendy
