People who feel themselves to be in some way 'difficult' will search for someone they believe is strong enough to help them negotiate a world they are unsuited for.
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In the belief and/or hope that that person will become their anchor.
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That person's strength may well have been born out of their ability to manage their own difficulties. For who is truly suited to this world?
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They in turn will be searching for their anchor.
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Who, unfortunately, is as likely as not to not be the one that they themselves anchor.
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Which is why, even in the most apparently stable of relationships, one or the other or even both partners can appear listless. Unsure if they are drifting or not. Unsure if their anchor is fixed to the seabed, ready for the storm, or just tangled up in weeds.
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27.11.07
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