MissAli wrote:My bf has been WONDERFUL the past couple days, and I have to admit - the problem is ME. I question it, I make a big deal of it, I am a problem in ITSELF.
What is our problem? Why can't we just accept the love given by others? Why can't we feel the love GIVEN by others? I feel like I'm UNABLE to get there... does it all have to do with the vulnerability aspect? The inability to love MYSELF?
Errrrggghhhh.... I suck.
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I don't know, but do let me know when you work it out, yes?
I completely relate to your frustration, I'm going to cite a personal issue of mine that gives me great grief -- while it is not the same as your situation, it's all related. The inability to love or feel love manifests itself in a multitude of ways, I've learnt.
Anyway, getting on with it: I have a problem --whether it still exists or not, being married for 7 years I can't say-- where I'll fall in love with someone and then at some stage experience 'emotional amnesia' the feelings of love (or what I believe(d) to be love?) would feel very strong, and I was certain of them, and then slowly, I felt it slipping away like sand slipping through your hands or a sink full of water pouring down the drain. I desperate tried to seal up my fingers, or block the drain but it was pointless. I'd remember everything about the person, but I began to slowly lose the 'warm' feeling and after a while I couldn't even remember why I had loved them.
"Whose do feelings just evaporate? What the hell is wrong with me? What kind of a person am I?!" I'd ask myself.
It was always a terrifying experience; they'd done nothing to diminish my feelings for them, so where were they going? Left it its place was an empty, cold, lonely void. I thought I was feeling love and was all psyched and then *poof*,.. it just wasn't normal. Also, I felt immense guilt thinking of the feelings of the girl I stopped loving, so as not to hurt her feelings and/or crush her I tried to pretend it was still alive but the facade didn't hold up very long.
In the long run, I just made it worse for her by prolonging the agony. The relationship ended up being like a slow, painful death rather than her just being let go to be free to get over it and move on. My intentions were good,.. I was just inexperienced.
"I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn it to its advantage." -- Friedrich Nietzsche