Post by lovebunny on Jun 14, 2019 22:42:10 GMT
7 1/2 months of spending almost every night together, full of loving words, so many deep and sweet kisses, great talks, amazing sex, and now you dump me because "something's missing" and you don't want to "settle." You don't ever want to move in with me, or with anybody, you certainly never want to marry. You'd rather be alone than in a relationship that isn't "perfect."
We had a bad week because you were working constantly and exhausted. I became resentful, and your fearful-avoidant tendencies kicked in, you treated me badly, and I got triggered and became anxiously preoccupied with trying to reconnect with you. Yes, my protest behaviors were out of line. But instead of talking over how we could handle things differently in the future, you dumped me, while you were still exhausted from being out drinking until 5am.
You rushed over the next day to sooth me, feeling awful while I wept and pleaded, but you stood your ground on breaking up until I gave up and asked you to leave.
So now, what is the point of texting me every day? "Are you ok?" or "Do you still hate me?" What is the point of telling me "I can't sleep without you. My body needs you." What am I supposed to do? YOU DON'T WANT ME, REMEMBER? This is the second time you cut me off. The first time, I told you I wasn't down for a roller coaster, psuedo-relationship, situationship, or FWB arrangement. Honestly, your ambivalence is a HUGE turn off.
Why is your goddamned car still parked in my driveway??? Are you hoping to run into me when you pick it up? Why on earth do you still want to take the (sadly nonrefundable) vacation we bought together with me?? It won't be anything like the trip I imagined.
Meanwhile, I get to deal with gut wrenching loneliness. I'm not like you, able to hang out with coworkers I don't really care about and call it a social life. I need intimate relationships and friendships to feel fulfilled. Of course, you are mostly who I want to be with all the time. I suffer feelings of abandonment. Emptiness. All I ever wanted was to love and be loved, and you satisfied that. You are a great companion, a passionate lover, and I am fascinated by you. Now, you get to deal with your guilt for hurting someone who loves you and who who you admit you actually love, and I'm sure that sucks too.
I want to reach out to you, but don't dare. I'm frozen, just going through the motions of my life with no joy or enthusiasm. I used to think about you to make me feel better, now I still can't stop thinking of you, and it feels terrible.
We had a bad week because you were working constantly and exhausted. I became resentful, and your fearful-avoidant tendencies kicked in, you treated me badly, and I got triggered and became anxiously preoccupied with trying to reconnect with you. Yes, my protest behaviors were out of line. But instead of talking over how we could handle things differently in the future, you dumped me, while you were still exhausted from being out drinking until 5am.
You rushed over the next day to sooth me, feeling awful while I wept and pleaded, but you stood your ground on breaking up until I gave up and asked you to leave.
So now, what is the point of texting me every day? "Are you ok?" or "Do you still hate me?" What is the point of telling me "I can't sleep without you. My body needs you." What am I supposed to do? YOU DON'T WANT ME, REMEMBER? This is the second time you cut me off. The first time, I told you I wasn't down for a roller coaster, psuedo-relationship, situationship, or FWB arrangement. Honestly, your ambivalence is a HUGE turn off.
Why is your goddamned car still parked in my driveway??? Are you hoping to run into me when you pick it up? Why on earth do you still want to take the (sadly nonrefundable) vacation we bought together with me?? It won't be anything like the trip I imagined.
Meanwhile, I get to deal with gut wrenching loneliness. I'm not like you, able to hang out with coworkers I don't really care about and call it a social life. I need intimate relationships and friendships to feel fulfilled. Of course, you are mostly who I want to be with all the time. I suffer feelings of abandonment. Emptiness. All I ever wanted was to love and be loved, and you satisfied that. You are a great companion, a passionate lover, and I am fascinated by you. Now, you get to deal with your guilt for hurting someone who loves you and who who you admit you actually love, and I'm sure that sucks too.
I want to reach out to you, but don't dare. I'm frozen, just going through the motions of my life with no joy or enthusiasm. I used to think about you to make me feel better, now I still can't stop thinking of you, and it feels terrible.
