This sentiment used to make me squirm with co-dependent discomfort.

Now I think it’s real… but not a great sacrifice for another. It’s the height of selfishness in true love. No one wants to be the one left behind.

You heard me.

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    Drezz says:

    Interesting. My wife and I had a discussion about this the other night. She got mad at me because I thought it was silly – but it was indicative of our personalities.

    I don’t think about those things and prefer to live for each day and deal with the consequences as they come. She is more methodical and needs a backup plan. So when you have a situation like sudden death and loss, she stressed out about what to do. I couldn’t give her an answer.

    I realized she didn’t want one.

    …wow – these are great discussions already and confirm that I may be on the right track.

    Jules says:

    I like life (most of the time). Being left behind is excruciating and even debilitating when a loved leaves, but I prefer to live. If my death meant preserving the life of my son or a couple of other people I hold dearest in my heart, I believe I would make that sacrifice in less than a heart beat…so they could live instead.

    I don’t care about preserving their life… that’s why it’s so selfish – I just don’t want to be the one left to live without them.

    I think the child thing is different… or maybe it’s the same. Would you consider a life lived without your son as something you’d like to do?

    Eleanor Magpie says:

    The idea of my spouse dying and leaving me behind is excruciating to think about. I’m certain I would continue to live for the others in my life who I love and who love me, but I can’t even imagine how hard it would be.
    That said, I find the thought of myself dying first, and leaving him behind, equally saddening. I imagine he would feel all the same pain I would feel, and I don’t like to think about him behind left behind, going through that alone.
    Sometimes, I can’t help thinking about how one day, it’s going to go one way or the other, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Freaks me the fuck out. Makes me feel sad and helpless.
    So there’s my depressing contribution.

    Yay me… always trying to keep everyone firmly fixed on the object of their death. *success*

    Just kidding… interesting conversations for sure. Definitely “happy fail”. Mah bahd.

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