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Chapter 14 - I Had to Learn How to Give Without Making Myself Necessary

Therapy became uncomfortable in a way lawsuits never could.

My therapist, Dr. Laura Bennett, asked:

“What do you like about paying?”

I answered:

“I don’t.”

She waited.

Apparently therapists develop professional immunity to:

obvious lies.

Eventually:

“I like removing problems.”

“For whom?”

“People I love.”

“And what does that give you?”

“Peace.”

“Anything else?”

I knew.

“Importance.”

There.

My father died when I was twenty-four.

My mother remarried and moved to Arizona three years later.

We loved one another.

Not especially close.

I built Northstar in the years when most people my age were building:

families.

Work gave me:

identity.

Money later gave me:

capacity.

Ethan gave me:

intimacy.

When his business struggled, paying became one way to preserve:

all three.

I could solve his embarrassment.

Keep our lifestyle stable.

Avoid questions about whether the relationship itself was:

stable.

Money was easier than:

vulnerability.

If Ethan needed me financially, maybe he could not leave emotionally.

I would never have said that aloud during the relationship.

It was still operating underneath.

Then when he left, I kept the card active.

Same logic.

I told myself:

unfinished logistics.

The truth:

unfinished attachment.

So I created new rules.

Not only:

no authorized user.

That would have been superficial.

Instead:

when I give, I define what it is.

Gift.

Loan.

Shared expense.

Charitable contribution.

Temporary support.

No:

whatever you need.

No:

don’t ask.

No:

we made it

when I mean:

I love that you were there.

Words matter.

Especially when money is attached.

I also created a strange personal rule:

Any gift over $10,000 to someone I knew personally required:

twenty-four hours

before sending.

Not because I needed permission.

Because generosity is most honest when it can survive:

tomorrow.

It sounded clinical.

It made my life:

warmer.

I stopped paying to prevent:

disappointment.

If someone became disappointed because I said no, I let them:

be disappointed.

May you like

That skill was worth more than the $108,000 Ethan eventually repaid.

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