He Aint No Wounded Bird

You know what I like about the boss, right now.?
It’s that he handles his own man business.
He is certainly not a Wounded Bird.
As I look back on my previous relationships, the long ones where I was really and truly in love, the commonality was always that those men were all Wounded Birds.

A Wounded Bird , melts your heart. They are so grateful to have you in their lives, taking care of their needs, and tending to their wounds (weather those wounds are emotional, financial, physical or habitat related). The Wounded Bird needs constant support and nurturing.

The woman who takes in the Wounded Bird offer a serious, extremely exclusive and unwaveringly loyal love. She will actually “get off” on taking care of the sweet, innocent, needy little bird. She will build him up, nurse him back to health and always hold in her heart that one day this little Wounded Bird will grow strong (and grow up).
That he will eventually become the Soaring Eagle she has always know he CAN be.

And, she’s usually right. After years of emotional (and often financial) investment, one day that Wounded Bird realizes that he has re-cooperated fully. He spreads his wings, and they are glorious in width and grace. Full of bright color and permeating with confidence and anticipation. She watches his empowerment, continuing to encourage him with admiration and a heart full of pride. She actually feels blessed to have been a part of this beautiful transformation. She beams with love and a feeling of accomplishment because now this Wounded Bird believes in himself as much as she has always believed in him.

With his revived spirit and powerful belief in himself (as well as the continued support of his woman) this newly restored lttle bird, takes flight. He flies with awe and inspiration. Beautifully. Jubilantly. He remembers how good it feels to spread his wings.
To have complete freedom. To be a Soaring Eagle.
And without looking back, intentionally or not, this Soaring Eagle flies away.

And as he does, he shits all over the woman.



****I did not make up the theory of the Wounded Bird, I have no idea who did, but I’m happy to share this wisdom. And am happier to not be nursing any birds rights now.****