#strained relationship

अभिजीत भट्टाचार्य ने एक बार फिर शाहरुख खान के साथ अपने तनावपूर्ण संबंधों के बारे में खुलकर बात की है, वर्षों बाद दोनों ने पेशेवर रूप से सहयोग करना बंद कर दिया था। गायक, जिनकी आवाज़ 1990 और 2000 के दशक की शुरुआत में शाहरुख के ऑन-स्क्रीन व्यक्तित्व के साथ निकटता से जुड़ी हुई थी, ने कहा कि उनका अलगाव “अहंकार” और “आत्म-सम्मान” के कारण हुआ, साथ ही उन्होंने यह भी स्वीकार किया कि सुपरस्टार की ओर से माफी…

I don't make a big deal about my bday true, but she has never missed it before. I know it’s because of the fact I am very actively posting on Facebook about what's been going on. And that she either doesn't want to look at it or has decided that if we talk we will inevitably argue about it. Maybe her partner has forbidden us to talk even though he hasn't seen it cause I blocked him ages ago when he made it clear he thought i had lost my.mind and very obviously cut me off. I don’t know.

I don't know how tk feel. I don't know...I was already feeling distant from her because of everything, not just the political stuff....I just...I expected if we stopped talking altogether Inwould be the one making the conscious decision to stop reaching out. For it to be from her...I suppose it’s not entirely surprising because if I don't initiate on the holidays, it doesn't happen, I always have to be the one to initiate, but....I expected it to be different on my bday cause it always has been...

And it bothers me not at all that you believe untrue things

Tina Turner and her mother, Zelma Bullock, had a strained relationship. Tina says her mother never wanted her nor believed in her. When she became successful, her mother never gave her credit for it: “She didn’t see that I had any creativity. She just saw that I could sing and dance, and that’s all.” She gave credit to her husbands instead, even going as far as siding with Ike Turner. However, when her health failed, Tina continued to be dutiful and flew in twice to see her before she passed away in 1999.

I prayed for a long time for my mom to see me, listen to me, understand me, respect me, and to hear me... thought she was starting to get it... nah.

I’m realizing that she has this outdated view on parenting, a toxic need for control, and this unwavering denial that some of her parenting styles/views have hindered my growth as an individual... and she’ll never change any of it.

That’s what’s most disappointing, the fact that it’s taken me years to build up the courage to express my pain and feelings yet still get invalidated like my whole POV of my life is made up and her view is right and perfect.

If I’m telling you that something you’re doing is hurting me and asking you to stop, then you should respect the boundary and stop. But if you say that my boundaries aren’t important and nonexistent and you’re gonna do what you want... how am I supposed to react or move forward with you? Am I supposed to go on with business as usual and disregard my whole being as a person? My feelings? My thoughts? What kind of life is that? It’s giving Baby Alive. Feed me, change me, bathe me, clothe me, sit me where you want, make my arms and legs move how you want, and never allow me to grow up.

On the flip side, what kind of daughter would I be if I were to distance myself from my mother for the sake of my peace?

Stuck between a rock and a hard place on so many levels. Not in the greatest position to leave right now. I’d like to be able to leave on my own volition and still maintain and thrive. There are other steps that need to come before that though.

A buried love with nothing left.

It may be my fault,

That he has put his love away

Kept inside a place I’m not allowed to stay

A safe, a vault…

He’s taken his heart and sent me away.

We’ve known each other since we were children,

grew up together,

Always telling each other

that we love and care for one another,

And never leaving the other without a kiss..

Fast forward 13 years later,

We decided we’d get together, start a relationship and a year later, we have a daughter

now I’m not myself, I feel like I’m lost and he’s in the mist..

We’re strangers now, sleeping in the same bed,

coparenting under the same nest,

and now I’m lonely and stressed,

still making love to someone who can’t look me in the eye when he’s being caressed..

I’m here, doing what he wants, getting undressed,

my hair is a mess

because your daughter is asleep, fed and sleeping in bliss.

What else do you want? The body I used to have?

Well so do I.

I want my body,

I want my mind,

I want my sanity back.

I want my lungs, my intestines, kidneys, 

My liver and bladder where they used to be.

I want everything to be

as they were before you re-met me.

You just see what’s in front of you.