Meet
By Glen Pourciau
“Good to finally meet you. My son prefers to hide his women from me. This isn’t the first time, probably not the last. He’s afraid I’ll ooze on you like some spreading fungus. He suffers from ridiculous fantasies in which he’s at the mercy of forces beyond his control. He’s always been that way, living in some remote part of his head where no one else can go. Maybe you’ve seen glimpses of it or maybe you hope to be there with him. He thinks he’s safe in there. A grownup would know better, but that’s not the way it is with him. Protecting himself is what he’s all about. All he really wants to do is curl up in a ball somewhere. Do you want to live your life with a man who’s curled up in a ball? Have you ever noticed that when a taller person walks in he shrinks or when a smarter person walks in he shuts up? Gutless to the bone. Keep an eye on him and see if I’m not right. He disappears when he’s around me. He sees me as a bigger person than he is. He needs a leader in his life to take over the reins. Is that the role you’ve taken in your relationship or whatever it is you call what you’re doing with him? If someone asks him a question does he turn and look at you? He used to do that with me when he was little and I told him to stop looking at me and start looking at himself for an answer. I see what he sees in you, anybody can see that, but what’s in it for you? There must be others who see what he sees and I assume you’ve chosen him among many. Does he have the faintest inkling what to do when he gets you in his hands? Do you think you see deep into his soul or some such delusion? Do you like the kind of man who needs a leader, the kind whose boundless self-inflicted pain you can see in his eyes?”
©2007 Glen Pourciau. All rights reserved.
