I'm in a new relationship with Eric and so far it's great. However, there have been some things that have been on my mind for a while now. He's not as sexual as I would prefer and he's not very affectionate in public or even when we're alone for that matter. I'm not sure how to bring this up to him or how to talk about it, but I'm high maintenance and require a lot of attention. I also have been freaking myself out and wanting to just run from the relationship entirely. I finally have something good and I try to find flaws in it to make myself not like him as much as I do. I think I am afraid that I finally have a good thing that somewhere in my mind, it's too good to be true. And in all honesty, it's not even that great. He falls asleep all of the time. He's at times off-standish. He can be hard to read and I worry of saying or doing the wrong thing. I don't always feel that I am intelligent enough for him. What do I expect to get out of this? Is it possible for Eric to fall in love with me? Where is this even going to go? I think I worry too much about the future of my relationships and not enough about the present. I am so in love with the idea of love that I always rush myself into it. I am such a romantic at heart and yet I feel that I have become so jaded to romance and love. Am I in some way trying to push Eric away? Or maybe I am just having a pms induced freak out, which seems highly possible.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I am beginning to think that there is some sort of correlation between when I reminisce and when I am pmsing. I'm assuming it has to do with my hormones running amuck and feeling overly emotional. I have a lot on my mind right now, as I usually do when I use this blog. I was cleaning out the closet in the guest room, getting it ready for a new closet organizer and it seems that I now have a huge pile of Bert's shit. Clothes, CDs, pictures, you name it. It didn't make me sad to look at it. However, I felt uncomfortable when I came across a framed picture of us. It just feels like those 5 years were a lie and a waste. I am finally able to say that I was in an abusive relationship and to not be afraid of what those words mean.
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