I believe in calling it the way I see it. Yeah, I know, he's dead so what's the point? I'm reading a book by Arianna Huffington, titled "On Becoming Fearless" (great book by the way) and in the chapter, Fearless in Love, it discusses the scumbag, Picasso.
Apparently, he was so stuck on himself that he treated women as objects to be trampled on. He was known for saying that he liked to turn women from goddesses into doormats. Out of the women that he was with, 2 committed suicide, two were "rescued" with nervous breakdowns and there was only one who felt the courage to leave. Her name was Francois Gilot. When she turned 30, the punk's gift to her was to tell her that any girl of 18 was more beautiful than her. I wish I could've high fived her when I read that she grabbed the courage to leave his insane arse. Eventually, she married Jonas Salk.
I wonder what gave her the courage to leave?
I live with regrets that I didn't walk away from my marriage sooner than I did. I was blinded by love, yet, there was always a sinking feeling not too far behind. I smiled through those feelings, often pushing them away, thinking that it would get better. When things were good, the family seemed happy and whole but when things were bad, things were really bad.
Like Francois though, I took a leap without looking back. That has now become my life force in all things....jobs, relationships, clothing, food. If it isn't working or doesn't feel or taste good or if it doesn't make me feel content or happy, safe and secure....I don't need it, don't want it, will not have it! I'm still learning the ways of being fearless but I know one thing, I'm so much further than where I was before.