I realise you have my best interests at heart
And I understand that you are trying to protect me
And I know that you are prone to swing
Between great fear and great pride
I also know you have cast yourself as the driver
Of the vehicle
Though how you even ended up in the front seat
Is beyond me!
Let alone take over as driver!
And I am truly sympathetic to your cause,
truly I am
I have to tell you
That I worry about you
Your ability to make true and clear decisions
You seem overly neurotic at times
And so hell bent of my survival
That you forget how to live!
Why do you put everything down all the time?
Why are you always saying, ‘That’s not good enough or ‘That’s not right?’
I mean, let me just ask you this:
‘How do you feel about the unknown?’
‘How do you deal with deep feelings, or even the mystery of life?’
I thought so…not so good.
Do you have to know EVERYTHING!
And thats where I have to step in and, I’m afraid, overrule you.
OK it is time for some truth and a redress of power.
The fact is life is not that great when you are the driver, sole decision maker,
Judge and jury of my world.
That is not what you are here for. I know you think you are, but I’m sorry, you are not.
You are superb at doing things that need to be done. You are excellent at navigating the world, and weighing up left and right, up and down etc etc.
But you are just a part of the decision making process, and you need to be in your rightful place.
You can become kind of demonic left to your own devices.
Yes I know, I’m sorry too. I don’t know how it all happened, it just kinda became that way over the years without me noticing.
And yes, I know, all the other people have egos the size of planets and are all out of control.
But that is not an excuse. You can’t play the ‘if you can’t beat em, join em,’ game, here.
I am calling this to account. It is time.
You will thank me in the long run.
Because you are not really designed to run the whole show.
Here, let me spell it out.
You are supposed to be a great servant to the cause. But you have taken over control of the kingdom and you run it, quite frankly, terribly. You run it like a neurotic tyrant.
I have had enough of your stories, tantrums, excuses, your blaming and shaming, and your lashing out at other people, and your lashing out at me!
It is over. I love you but you are a demanding toddler sometimes.
So it is over.