Stubbornness and delusion got her into this mess
She fell in love and kidnapped him from the Caribbean.
What dirty fantasy was she living?
Bought him a car and an XL Texas lifestyle

He hit, gaslit, and manipulated her
She stayed, deluded over him her finances

A fake life built on credit, a fake love built on a personality disorder.
Another victim, another narc

Irresponsible and stubborn
She thinks she acts in kindness or maybe out of love
The white woman who fell in love with a Dominican man

He’s frightened, that his house of cards identity is about to collapse.
He left his children for this pasty white woman. Probably left a hot Latina.
For what?
To drive an Uber XL that she bought him.

He is clinging on to any thread of power over her
Half of her house, half of her money. Wow! He struck gold!
That’s why he’s dragging her through this.

So who is the bad guy here?
She’ll lose her home, she’ll lose it all
She has no idea, stubborn

Le Shek

Paranoid Polish immigrant, a man of some importance
A product of a passionate marriage to a Polish woman

He paid his dues, it’s been 42 years
He just wants to go teach in Warsaw in September

His emotions? All under control, he says.
A therapist that stalked him and fell in love
A wife that falls on the floor for hours because he wants to separate

He’s not serious about this, he’s more scared about ending it than her
42 years and he thinks he can leave this

He’s not looking for a solution, he’s not looking for a program
He’s looking for magical words to fall out of his mouth when he speaks with her

He’s not looking for anything
He just wanted a conversation about how good he is and how well things have been for him

A man of little importance, he’s not divorcing her
He just wants to go to Poland to teach and be free of her

He didn’t even stay for the price, he said no to the offer

Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing

feel like quitting

I question myself if I can continue selling when I’m not operating out of scarcity. It feels like I have to trek across the earth, not even, that sounds like a great time.

Can I close people when I’m not forcing the outcome of the conversation?

Is it really just sitting in the emotions of another human being, understanding their needs and their character that helps them? I haven’t trained in therapy…

But what about results, can you achieve greatness without holding it tightly. I don’t know another way.
Finding the money hole in trauma.

Steeping in their drama and their addiction. Their lives. I don’t care about their lives, they’re awful. They should keep it to themselves. They haven’t done nearly enough work on themselves to speak to be in my company.

Wow, how highly of myself I think.

I did this to myself. I went from “everyone needs this” to “they just need to breathe”. The whiplash of sales, welcome to sales. This is how it is. It is meant to test you. Test even the most sensitive like me.

I’m here because I want the challenge. I want the growth. I used to do this physically on a mountain bike, at the edge of reason. Now let’s play with my income, my livelihood, my sanity.

All metrics of survival that I know. Take me for a spin, lets see what comes out.

Shake me loose, turn my pockets inside out. See if I can take a breath when I come out of this tumbling.

I’m here for the challenge. I’m not here for easy money.

I’m so fucked up.