“The primrose path refers to…..a course of action that seems easy and appropriate but can actually end in calamity.” Wikipedia

I was married to a “fixer” for twenty years. God bless him. He’s a good man. A hard worker. Intelligent. Accomplished. Funny as heck. But there was something in his caregiver nature that both drove him to be a physician and made him want to help me be whatever it was he thought I needed help with. Low self esteem? He was my cheerleader. Overweight? He was my encourager. Sick? He was my healer. He tried his best to rescue me from myself. And, as you can well imagine, that didn’t work out very well for either one of us. For him, there was frustration when no amount of aid he offered seemed to work. And for me, there was frustration that he couldn’t just accept me the way I was.

When Mr. Virgo came into my life, it was so refreshing. He just loved me…period. If I wanted to improve, he was behind me 100% but he didn’t care one bit what I weighed or how I dressed or how much I exercised. He was as happy as a little clam to just be near me. That left me free to take care of my own needs, make my own choices. It felt like I’d been let out of prison. I have had people close to me…people I care about deeply….affect my life in positive ways. And I’ve been quick to tell them so and thank them for their positive influence. But let me tell you…if I so much as get a whiff that someone wants to be in a relationship with me in order to “fix” me…I’ll be out that door so fast it will make your head spin. No thank you. I’ve been nearly fixed to death. That is not a healthy basis for any relationship.

I’ve been down that primrose path. It’s not a place I care to go again.

❤️

“So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.”

Matthew 7:12 NIV

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