Because there was no one, to protect you whilst you were growing up, and, you were, forced to COPE, with EVERYTHING bad that was happening, in your lives…
So, the character of a protector emerges from your psyche, and, whenever you’re in trouble and couldn’t cope with the stimuli of the external environments, this protector character come out, and takes over.
A protector, how I wish that I could’ve had one, someone who was there, to protect me when I was too young, too naïve, too trusting, but, did I have one? Uh, HECK no! And yet, I’d still, survived through the hard parts of my FUCKED up life………
not my photograph…
A protector, I will now be, because I have to, keep my eye out, in case those creatures (non-humans???) crawls out of the darkened corners of the world, and start screwing people over. A protector, I now am, because growing up, I’d had, no protection from anywhere, because NO one was there, to hear my cries, and I’d still, sexually molested my Barbie dolls as I was growing up, not something that I was proud of, to say the least!!!
A protector, I can be one for you, but, I’d MUCH rather prefer, to allow you, to TAKE responsibilities for your OWN fucked up behaviors, and besides, I’d already, “toned DOWN” my protective maternal instincts (and no, still NOT a M-O-M-M-Y here!!!) already…
Life, the Obstacle Course 