I am not sure what I am to my partner, my Gemini twin, my wife. I know what she is to me and I hold on to that tightly. I have observed many times how other people interact with her. She is the nectar to many people's ills. A shoulder they can lean on.
I am not jealous, I am understanding. But there is only one 24 hour period each day, there is only one physical being (no clones), there is only one energy. And of greater interest than even these other folks - there are three little cubs in the pack - three additional and sometimes competing voices in the car. Again... I am concerned that I do not know, entirely, what I am to her these days.
In my chosen partner's case it seems that others often use her for her listening skills, her confidence, her optimism. Her broad shoulders are able to carry large burdens and in doing so, they get inundated with much ado about nothing. It becomes a big load - a circus big top.
All this stuff is weight, of some sort and collecting and hauling the grudges, chips and sins of others takes its toll.
It all becomes burden. Carry the weight, carry the burden.
I don't want to be part of the burden. I'm not am I?
Ya know... windshields carry large burdens as well.
My partner is the windshield - I am... the windshield wiper, complimentary items:
For a chuckle - click this. It'll help clear things up (and it's better than the movie).
Be the wiper and help the windshield, right? Clean it off, unload the mess...
Perhaps that is where I fit in.
But if I am her compliment, what is her supplement? And I fear I cannot enable, disable, control it...
It's like that dark matter out in space.... what is it?
Undefinable. Confound it Spock, where's the logic in that?
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