Crutch

Sweet girl. I listened until she finished. The first thing she had to do was breakup with him. He was a crutch. She was using him to cover her deficiency and avoid her inadequacy. I told her this the day we met.

Oh! how intensily she disagreed. She insisted he is good for her, the best thing in her life. Their friendship meant the world to her. So I let it be.

She came every week. Committed. We spent months discovering. She was fighting and disagreeing with nearly everything, punching hard not to get exposed. But she was growing. Falling back and then growing. I saw in her an amazing transformation. She was becoming. I was proud of her.

She let him go at the end. I reminded her what she said to me the day we met. She laughed, a bit embarassed but proud. “It is not working out,” she had said to him in her goodbye. She saw he was a crutch afterall.

“I’m fine now,” she said to me on the last day. “You’re the last crutch I have to let go” was in her goodbye. Yes, indeed.

Go and Become, Y.