The similarities blow me away. Even the words that are chosen and the way they are said give me this Erie feeling as if we were dating the same guy. The behaviours tend to transcend age, culture and sex. Have you noticed how predictable it all gets? We don't get to have what we need and want no matter what we say or do. After four years, the tears dried up and I knew both our parts by heart. Nothing was going to change. A part of me cannot thank him enough for ghosting me when things were finally so good between us. We both knew that he couldn't put a lid on his verbal abuse. I was the trigger. Romance, sex and intimacy ...all of which he seemed to both deny and want most at the same time triggered him. He both admired my resilience and hated me for not supplying him with the constant emotional display he yearned for. So I don't call it love although I react like a star struck teenager. I call it trauma bonding. I cannot express how deeply I have identified with his pain. I was enmeshed and in love with the idea that here there is someone who gets what I went through. It felt like home an d so so familiar. And thus the addiction..the bond. So if I don't fail now and then and give in then I would not have the problem I have. It really helps me to know that you ladies out there seem to feel what I have such a hard time to face within myself. I am coming to terms with the avoidant within me. So when my T confronted me with the possibility that I might be projecting the abusive behavior that I was receiving, I asked "How is that? I treat him nicely? And the T responded " I was referring to the way you treat yourself when you know he can't change much and yet you persist..are you abusing yourself or what?."
..So what is more dreadful loosing them or loosing our boundaries? In my case, he cannot consistently behave as he should and there is no more to say.