I can’t make you love me,
I can’t reach across the table,
I can’t shake the hatred from you.
I’d love to be a bit like God
And be the one who’s able
To push around the people in my life,
Like little pieces in a game of chess.
I’d find a way to drill inside that fucking queen
And find a heart, deep within the wood.
I’d win the game and make you love
In just the way I think you should.
I have such a problem with acceptance and it’s taken three years of recovery and working on myself to realise this. While I was drinking I struggled to come to terms with the fact that I can’t make people like me. I can’t make them be nice. People are who they are and I may just have to disagree with them. And quietly, without an argument.
It’s still something that is hard because I am going through a difficult time with my mum and all I want to do is force her to like me. But I can’t and that really hurts in a deep way. But I will sit on my hands and keep my mouth shut. All I can do is be ready for her if she changes her mind, be ready to accept her and love her.
I hope that if you are struggling in a relationship that you can find the strength to be accepting and loving and patient. Just let go and Let God, because everything happens in his perfect timing.