Choking back my tears , she caressed my face and said, “promise me you’ll find someone who sees you and let him see the person I see.”
This breakup has been a challenge. There are so many questions left unanswered. I wish he’d have mercy on me and call. He knows how much it hurts. He does it anyway. There are so many mistakes I’ve made in this relationship. That’s not to say it was all my fault, but it is important to reflect on what you could do differently.
In fact, all this time away has helped me see a pattern which exists in all my relationships. First, I believe I don’t choose very reliable men. I have a fear of being abandoned buried in my psyche. Every once in awhile it bubbles up in all its glory for another horrifying look.
I pick men who have a history of leaving the women they’re with and often in humiliating ways. My ex-husband trashed a 20-yr. marriage in the blink of an eye to be with me. There was even a kid involved. When it came to be my turn, he left me just as coldly for someone else that he had been sleeping with. My current ex-boyfriend, screwed around on his wife with more than 10 women behind her back. He even went so far as to bad mouth how “she treated him” to his family in order to get sympathy. Do you think he told his family about his adulterous acts? Hell no. Next thing you know a 10 yr. relationship went down the drain because “he wasn’t happy”. He divorced her! And now here I am, left by him without more curteousy than a text message. Coward.
I believe that people can change, but sometimes I give people who don’t deserve it waaaaaay too many chances to prove (in the end) that they couldn’t give a shit about me. It is all about them and their needs.
Why is it that we always want the ones who don’t see us and never the ones who do?
As much as I or anyone has issues, you have to be able to talk with your partner – to go deep and have those vulnerable conversations about how much of a mess you are in parts of your self. That person has to stick around and love you still after that. They can’t disappear. They can’t sort of be there. They have to feel solid.
That was really missing from my last relationship. I hung on for so long hoping it would happen, but ultimately, he couldn’t hang in there with me. He didn’t see me and he didn’t
look long enough to even give it a fair try. No, he thought I was damaged. He went to therapy trying to find the right mental illness for me. He trash talked me to my best friend. He “loved” me in facebook with his sweet messages that friends and family would lap up, but he couldn’t manage to even pick up the phone to talk to me half the time.
It was a real mindfuck. On one hand he’d help me out keeping things tidy around the house or paying for this and that, on the other he’d emotionally terrorize me or always threaten to walk out.
I lived in such a state of constant flux, that I never knew what I’d get. He brought out the very worst in me. So many times he triggered past memories of my own child abuse and he’d laugh about it. He’d egg me on, telling me to hit him. It was so ugly.
I felt so on edge all the time. I felt fearful and ready to fight all the time. He would never calm down until he’d run through his rage. I told him so many times what this does to me and how much it triggers my past, but any apology was temporary. Sooner or later he’d be back at it again.
The more I think about it, emotionally, that man never showed up to support me. In fact many times he just down right sabotaged me when I need him the most. He was so selfish and needy. Even when I was sick and couldn’t talk after a surgery, he took advantage.
So…in summary…Here’s what I’ve learned:
Step one – pick ’em better.
Step two – be more tolerant of the stuff that doesn’t matter and less tolerant of the red-flag-waving bullshit.
Step three – pick someone who sees me.
…And she let’s out a big sigh and blogs on through this life learning a little more about something everyday….
With love from aneternaltraveler 😉