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Elsie-Beth S.'s avatar

I heard about boundaries in my 50s and I am still figuring out what exactly they are.

As usually, your post triggers all kinds of memories - from calling the cops on the Ex to the most recent outing where someone else's abusive Ex invited themselves to.

But the one that really struck me was your story about your Mom. I'm glad you talked about what happened (or didn't happen) in the Pacific North West. You didn't go into detail during the trip, so I wondered what happened. This was "the rest of the story". Thank you for trusting us enough to share.

I was blocked by a couple of people recently, and it's an interesting experience for sure. Some of the people who blocked me were enforcing boundaries - others can't handle the truth and would rather not know what I have to say. I also just unblocked my Ex a few days ago.

People have a million reasons why they don't talk to you. I won't talk to my Ex, because nothing good can come of it. If he were to knock on the door I would not open it any more at this point. I suspect that you feel similarly about your ex (and whoever else hurt you so badly).

Imagine for a moment though, that they are not better, and you are still vulnerable to their manipulation. They have had enough therapy to know that they can and will not change, so they will hurt you - but they love you and they'd rather not. For a narcissist, not to contact the object of their abuse is an expression of love.

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Wendy Martin's avatar

Hear, hear. I didn’t learn about boundaries until I was about 65. Oof. I wasn’t taught boundaries, I was taught to be invisible and please everyone around me. I like ok back now and cringe how I was stepped on. Now,?as I change and exert my slowly learned boundaries, my so called friends don’t like it. Instead of - what happened to you? I get - what’s wrong with you? Or worse yet- I liked you better depressed.

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