Faur’s deep insight is the distinction between loving and fixing . Society teaches women that their worth is measured by their capacity for forgiveness, for tolerance, for endless, self-immolating empathy. "Love harder," the fairy tales whisper. "Be patient. He will change." Faur calls this what it is: a slow, dignified suicide of the self.
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. Las Mujeres Que Aman Demasiado Patricia Faur
This is not a book about romance. It is a book about the . Faur’s deep insight is the distinction between loving
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. "Be patient
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.