butterfly88
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I haven't been here in a while - but I'm feeling so bad that I decided to re-visit - hoping I can maybe find some peace.
I'm really messed up in the head. Far more messed up than I wanted to believe.
The basic story is this ... in 96 I met and fell for "W" an emotionally abusive man. It was a tumultuous year - back and forth - him telling me sweet things one moment/day then telling me he really didn't want to see me, I didn't belong, etc. the next moment/day then calling me a day or two later to see if I wanted to go do something together. And of course - after crying my heart out for the day(s) in between I'd say yes - because I loved him. And each time we went down that road I broke a little bit more - he broke me a little bit each time - until finally on the 5th of May 1997 I couldn't take it anymore. That's when I tried to kill myself - because it was the only way out. But I didn't want to die - I just wanted the pain to end - I wanted everything to end. But I never wanted us to end. In spite of everything - I never stopped wanting him to love me.
Fast forward to 2007 - 6 months after my relationship of 10 years ended with another guy, "W" contacted me. This was the first contact I had with him in 9 years ( spoke with him very briefly in 98). My guard was up - but not enough apparently because we fell back into where we left off all those years ago. The difference being that there was no back and forth and back and forth - just one break-down last week where he told me that he was sorry for being an a**hole and that he didn't want to hurt me - but that he didn't love me as anything more than a friend. Of course he cried and begged me to stay his friend. But I told him I couldn't have anything to do with him - and I haven't since. But my heart is completely broken.
And I've been trying to villaify him - it's really not been that difficult to do. But seeing him for what he is, is only making it harder for me to understand and accept that I let myself have feelings for him. And what I'm feeling now - how hard this is hitting me - is making me recognize that I'm far more messed up in the head than I either realized or wanted to admit. Because I KNEW he didn't "love me" - yes - the lines got blurred and he obscured reality with a lot of the things he said and did - but I CHOSE to be mislead. And I don't know why.
So the issue really is WHY do I want/need him to love me? WHY do I want/need his validation and acceptance? And WHY would I choose to try and get these things from someone who is and who's always been completely incapable of giving them to me?? I really don't know?
I'm really messed up in the head. Far more messed up than I wanted to believe.
The basic story is this ... in 96 I met and fell for "W" an emotionally abusive man. It was a tumultuous year - back and forth - him telling me sweet things one moment/day then telling me he really didn't want to see me, I didn't belong, etc. the next moment/day then calling me a day or two later to see if I wanted to go do something together. And of course - after crying my heart out for the day(s) in between I'd say yes - because I loved him. And each time we went down that road I broke a little bit more - he broke me a little bit each time - until finally on the 5th of May 1997 I couldn't take it anymore. That's when I tried to kill myself - because it was the only way out. But I didn't want to die - I just wanted the pain to end - I wanted everything to end. But I never wanted us to end. In spite of everything - I never stopped wanting him to love me.
Fast forward to 2007 - 6 months after my relationship of 10 years ended with another guy, "W" contacted me. This was the first contact I had with him in 9 years ( spoke with him very briefly in 98). My guard was up - but not enough apparently because we fell back into where we left off all those years ago. The difference being that there was no back and forth and back and forth - just one break-down last week where he told me that he was sorry for being an a**hole and that he didn't want to hurt me - but that he didn't love me as anything more than a friend. Of course he cried and begged me to stay his friend. But I told him I couldn't have anything to do with him - and I haven't since. But my heart is completely broken.
And I've been trying to villaify him - it's really not been that difficult to do. But seeing him for what he is, is only making it harder for me to understand and accept that I let myself have feelings for him. And what I'm feeling now - how hard this is hitting me - is making me recognize that I'm far more messed up in the head than I either realized or wanted to admit. Because I KNEW he didn't "love me" - yes - the lines got blurred and he obscured reality with a lot of the things he said and did - but I CHOSE to be mislead. And I don't know why.
So the issue really is WHY do I want/need him to love me? WHY do I want/need his validation and acceptance? And WHY would I choose to try and get these things from someone who is and who's always been completely incapable of giving them to me?? I really don't know?