Saturday, November 30, 2013

October is over, and yet. . .

I woke up sometime around 2 and couldn't get back to sleep--probably around 4 was to the point where I was trying to keep my sobbing as quiet as possible to not disturb my roommates. Nothing is really wrong--that is, nothing more than usual. However, I did realize something this week: I'm scared. I have no reason to believe that any relationship I have with any male will not involve pain, usually the heart-wrenching kind, to one degree or another. I figure this has been happening since I graduated from high school or something around that time--the only men that seem to be immune to this are my home teachers and most married people (I only say "most" because I was quite upset with my married male therapist a month ago because he doesn't think Jeremy loved me, which we later determined I need to believe to feel lovable). I believe sex will always hurt, too, that I'll never have any power or control at all in my relationship, I'll just love him and he will walk all over me and may not even know how much he is hurting me. I realized that, in my relationship with Brandon, he'd hurt me once, and I'd let him know I was upset about it, and, when he'd do it again, I'd shrivel up a bit inside. The main incident here was about the hair on my upper lip--he said it was a problem, I cried about it, the next day I told him that, if this was going to be a big thing I needed to break up with him, he said it wasn't, it was just sometimes distracting when we were kissing, but that wasn't the only time he mentioned it--at least two other times, maybe more. Why didn't I break up with him the second or third time? Because I was an idiot and loved him and just absorbed and internalized it. I realize now that this made me feel that he thought his distraction was more important than the pain his initial comment caused. I have no idea if he ever thought of it that way, and probably never will. He was also routinely late and ill-prepared, and I'm pretty sure he only broke up with me that last time because he was a coward. Most of this has been in my head so long I'd be surprised if most of you didn't know it all yet.

This has been waiting long enough--it's not 03/08/14. I think I'm ready to post this. I think I wrote this in November or December 2013--the date is a guess.