Mutter Bundle #16: Don’t Abandon Puppies While Drinking Your Juice in Newcastle

19 Apr 2025 17:26

For the avoidance of doubt: this post isn't, in any literal sense, about dogs, other pets, or any newborn being, pet or not. It's just a metaphor, purely allegorical. Who and what it's applicable to is for you to decide.

The question I was going to ask in this metaphorical post was:

For a puppy just born into this world, what would constitute the gravest betrayal?

Would it be

To abandon the poor creature and leave it to its fate in some godforsaken alley, in the company of cold, wind, and bin bags?

Or

Taking it with you, breaking its legs just for fun, then paying to have them fixed, only to leave it limping for the rest of its life? Spoiling it rotten with the finest food, then leathering it with a belt? Then turning round and asking for tail-wagging loyalty only to be left scratching your head as to why your mutt is such an oddball, unpredictable, twitchy, nervous and lacking kindness and appreciation?

20 Apr 2025 23:06

If, by some twist of fate or grace of God, this gets read by someone who feels like being torn apart by despair, who feels like their heart is in absolute tatters because someone they care about deeply, someone who seems to care for them too, perhaps sincerely, just in their own way, is hurting them unbearably, whether they realise it or not, then I have a heartfelt plea to that reader:

Please do not seek martyrdom upon yourself.

You know exactly the feeling I mean.
“If I bleed enough, meaning suffer enough from the consequences of their mistakes, then maybe they will see, maybe they will understand the pain they have caused, and then change.”

No. Please. Don't. Do not go there.

Maybe they will understand, maybe they will not. It does not matter.

Do not shrink your worth to the role of someone who is here to teach another person a lesson through your pain.
You are not someone else’s lesson, not a slide in a presentation, not a plastic skeleton or mannequin from biology class.

Please, live free from the need for anyone, no matter how close, to finally get it.

And, if I may be blunt, they likely already understand. If you have reached the point of imagining pain as a means to open their eyes, it is probably not ignorance you are facing, but their choice.

Hold on to the good bits with those you love, if you must. But if paths split, accept that sometimes people drift. People go on their own, different path.
It is rough, yes, but it is not a tragedy.

All those soap opera scenes you replay in your head, of them sobbing with guilt and finally “getting it”? That tiny shred of a chance is not worth the wreckage of your spirit.

Trust me, please, trust me.

Let go of the cross. You are not meant to hang there.

Love yourself. You were never meant for the gallows.

Live fully.
Live freely.
Live beautifully.
Live light.
Live without pain.

Please.

22 Apr 2025 02:09

Newcastle upon Tyne, England.