I am a relationship addict. I have jumped from relationship to relationship throughout my life and don't know who I am anymore. All my relationships have been unhealthy and unsuccessful. I try to fix girls and rely on them to fix or rescue me. I can't stand being alone. Recently I broke off my engagement to a wonderful girl who just wasn't quite sweet or affectionate enough for me. She was uptight and I just couldn't relax. We both were holding each other up to nit-picky sky high performance standards in many areas and we argued constantly for the 1.5 years we were together. I knew she was bad for me and followed my gut in pushing her away. Now that she has moved on (1.5 months later) she has started dating a guy she works with. We have stayed in almost daily contact since she moved out. I am in unbearable pain. For a while I would beg her to come back to me every day and she'd just reject me over and over again. She contacts me out of the blue all the time too usually when she has a hangover or has done something irresponsible or been abused by a random guy she met and wants to be comforted or rub it in my face. But now, she has started dating a guy that makes her laugh and she's taking it slow with him. They were friends at work for the past 6 months and it is killing me. I fear she will no longer need me or contact me anymore once she has him more regularly in her life. Why do I care? Why can't I move on? Why do I stare at my phone all day hoping she will call? I know all she can offer me is more pain. Even if she were to take me back it would just be pain like it was when we were together. Sometimes I feel that the pain of even the most unhealthy relationship like this one where we objectified each other from day 1 and were just playing roles rather than really accepting or loving each other is better than being alone. I am so afraid to be alone. She has social skills and a higher self esteem than I do so she is out there making friends, dating, being active. I cannot do anything but ruminate over a fantasy of a relationship that never was. I am constantly filled with thoughts of "what might have been" had we just found a way to become healthy together, or met at a different time. In so many objective ways we were perfect for each other. I fear anyone else I meet will not measure up to her. She was like a porn actress in bed. Her family was like Norman Rockwell perfect. Even though she had major self esteem issues of her own that made me miserable and we just tolerated each other I lament everything that I lost or that could have been. I dread the end of the workday... where will I go? What will I do? I hate going home. I just sit there on the couch watching infomercials hating myself. I used to have interests and passions but she convinced me that all my individuality was just a compensation for lack of social savvy. I feel so rejected by a "cool chick". I feel I will never be normal. I want to be the person she tried to make me, rather than have to look within and discover myself.
Despite all this, there is a glimmer of hope in me that I have finally recognized this addiction and what it was doing to me. Even though I currently hate myself, I have this hope that if only I could truly see myself, I would like what I saw. I have this faint sense that being single for the first time in many many years could be a real chance for me to restore my lost self esteem and then even to eventually find a relationship that has a chance of success, happiness, acceptance, love, family. I just have no idea how to go about doing it. I am in therapy and on anti-depressants. I have reached out to friends and family, they all know what I am going through and are there for me, but I am not really making any progress. I still haven't touched my guitar in weeks. It's messed up because when we first broke up I was actually happy to be broken up and feeling positive I made the right choice until I found out she was dating and having sex with someone else. Then my world just fell apart. Knowing she doesn't need me has been crippling to me. Even when at the same time I am truly happy for her that she has been able to move on, I haven't. I feel doubly guilty because she knows I am unable to move on and she cares enough that it is making her feel guilty for doing so. She calls and checks in on me to ask if I am ok and I can't fake being ok. I always convey to her that I am freaking out.
I used to be such an individualist. I used to pride myself on my idiosyncrasies and the things that made me unique and special. She convinced me that those were the tendencies of a narcissist and that the goal of life is to fit in and make others comfortable. Well, she made me very uncomfortable, and she hates herself too and is so wound up and critical and can't seem to enjoy anything. She always demanded I take her on extravagant dates and pay for everything and even when I was perfect and wearing the clothes she picked out for me and behaving in the prescribed manly manner she would constantly nit pick and complain. Now she is dating a guy who makes much less money than me and she says she isn't nit picky anymore and apologizes for how she objectified me but she won't come back and treat me right. She has moved on and wants me to as well.
All my friends say I am a catch. I am smart, handsome, fit, good in bed, have a nice house, car, job. How can I be happy? My therapist says I have to make myself happy before I will be ready for a relationship. How? How when I am still brainwashed by this girl who made me lose my identity, and she wasn't even being herself either when she did it. It's so ###$ up. I don't know what to do.