A few months ago, there was a thread along the lines of Pretending I Care.
Alas, I can tell you, at times, that I do pretend I care.
There are also some rare times where I pretend that I don’t care. Those times are when I have fallen for someone – fallen too deep, too far – and I fear rejection. Usually, there is something that triggers in a relationship – an insecurity created by my partner not paying enough attention to me, paying too much attention to another guy, acting stand off-ish with me… Just anything that gives me reason to fear that I might be rejected.
I won’t go into a jealous rage. I won’t (act) sad. I will (appear to) be happy.
I will begin to distance myself from the one I care about. I will begin to Exit A before they can do it to me.
I will pretend I won’t care.
I will stay with them – and usually cheat. I have come to realize the cheating is not just an emotional form of validation – I am trying to convince myself that I don’t care. And, you know what? Usually, I am very successful and convincing myself (I have hated myself for cheating immediately afterwards sometimes for doing it and on some occasions even thought to myself "WTF am I doing?" in the middle of the deed and couldn't wait to end it).
For months I have been analyzing myself. I realize that my attitude towards myself and the things I have done has changed in the past few months (a large part of that from reading experiences on this forum and realizing “that’s me” as well as entering therapy).
When I have acted out towards my relationship partner: cheated, treated them like crap, lied, bagged them out to all of their friends and mine, destroyed their lives – it wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I did care. But, my inner self-esteem is so weak, I was not only trying to convince all of my friends that I didn’t care (whenever I ended a relationship I always had to portray the image that it never worried me at all and I am all fine, having fun and full of life) – I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t care about them. You know? I have realized now… Most times I succeeded. I did manage to convince myself.
The worse I treated someone – it was because the more I was hurt. No one… And I mean no one on this earth was to ever know I was hurt though when a relationship I was in, ended. The image was always that I am “the life of the party” – in my case – the party boy. On the outside was the most ultra-confident guy who was surrounded by all these female hanger-on-erers after I ended a relationship. I would sleep with most of them. Come 3am, even months after the relationship ended… For a fleeting moment – I would burn inside because I knew I still cared – until a reflex action kicked in and I learnt to block it out again and pretend that I don’t care.