*sigh*
Being self-aware and incredibly sensitive can be really awesome at times. And I am learning how to be grateful for this gift, because I do see it as more of a gift than a hinderance. But gosh, it makes life awfully lonely. It's like, I can see everyone else speaking this language of love an I want to speak it too but it's coming out in squeaks and sometimes roars and I just am sad about it.
I knew that I had a pattern of falling out of love just about as quickly as I fell in it, but I didn't know why. Couldn't explain why I kept finding myself in relationships I didn't actually want or need and then would have to keep having that horrible conversation at the end (sometimes a lot) that it was a mistake and maybe I didn't exactly love them.
I ######6 HATE it, believe me, I hate hurting people like this. I am no monster. I want love like everyone else and unfortunately I don't speak the language as well. I feel so terrible afterward. The shame is so big it feels like it will engulf me. It's hard for me to look it in the face-to admit that I basically dissociated my way through my latest relationship. And she realized that I wasn't actually attracted to her....she found out because she looked through my phone. Why did I do that? Why do I do this? Romantically engage people I don't want to be with?
Pretty sure i'm a love addict. I'm sure it's a part of my bpd. I idealize very, very intensely and really have to watch myself when interacting with potential interests. Because not so long after, the topple from the pedestal I set them on and then by then i've detached a bit. I am no longer impressed. I have mentally moved on.
The mind is astounding in all the ways it tries to protect you... I just want mine to calm down a bit while maintaining my defenses. Here's to hoping that therapy will continue to help..
Does anyone else experience intense infatuation stages followed by a swift backpedal not too long after?