In the end, Las Mujeres Que Aman Demasiado is not a self-help book. It is a requiem for the self we sacrificed on the altar of "understanding." And a quiet, radical invitation: to let the wrong love die, so that you—for the first time—might finally live.
The unavailable man, the addict, the narcissist, the emotionally frozen—they are not accidents. They are carefully chosen keys that fit perfectly into the lock of her past. If her father was distant, she will find distance irresistible. If she was never seen as a child, she will spend her adult life trying to prove her worth to men who are fundamentally incapable of seeing her. The drama is not a flaw in the relationship; it is the point of the relationship. It is the only language of intimacy she knows. Las Mujeres Que Aman Demasiado Patricia Faur
Faur dissects the woman who confuses anxiety with passion, and suffering with devotion. For the "woman who loves too much," love is not a garden to be tended; it is a hospital where she is the only nurse on duty, and the patient—her partner—is chronically, willfully ill. She believes that if she just gives a little more, bleeds a little more, shrinks herself a little more, the man will finally see her. He will finally heal. He will finally stay. In the end, Las Mujeres Que Aman Demasiado
The path out is not finding a "better man." It is becoming a woman who no longer requires a man to be broken in order to feel worthy. They are carefully chosen keys that fit perfectly
The unavailable man needs you to be desperate. Your desperation is his oxygen. It keeps him from having to look at his own emptiness. And you, in turn, need his unavailability to avoid looking at yours. It is a dance of mutual avoidance, disguised as a love story.
