Yes. It was hot and cold, push me away, come back here. Any ounce of attention I got made me hang on. It was not always like that.
I am still confused over what happened. Maybe I was too naive, too easy, and enjoyed the chase. Maybe it's some deep-seated issue implanted in my brain that this was ok behaviour.
I'm sure he has made me out to be a monster with whatever concoction he made up in his head.
Every time there was a disagreement it turned into an argument, which was always grounds for breaking up with me. I have nothing bad or mean to say about him. I just know there is something terribly wrong.
I find writing this stuff down extremely helpful.
He did ask me to write him a poem weeks ago. So when all of this terrible stuff was going on in his life, I wrote him a love letter, trying to be sweet and romantic. He seemed to like that stuff from me. I did it, and I was broken up with, and called passive aggressive. I am in disbelief. I think what he did the other night was the most hurtful act anyone has ever done to me. Is it forgivable? Was it ok?
I did not deserve that. Instead, I waited for the crumbs he would throw me. Any type of attention I got from him, I hung onto.
Also, I am not going to pretend I did nothing. I am not a victim.
Then I would be rejected over and over. I was always there for him. Would he be there for me in a crisis? No!
Now to gather up what little self-worth and esteem I have left.
I will never tell someone I love them or care about them again!
Also, I was not a victim. I will not play that role. I was in this situation because I wanted to be. Now I feel hurt and confused.
It was a drug for me. He was a drug. I needed a fix. I got it. Then the whole thing would replay over and over again until I got my next fix. Now I am in withdrawal. Ha ha. Crazy, isn't it?
Maybe I like to be mistreated in some way. Maybe it's some childhood thing.