blueeyedgirl
Bronze Member
DLadi, it's been quite some time since I've been on this site, but felt the need to visit ... I'm feeling that silent tugging in my heart and mind for my ex...
Anyway, believe me when I tell you that your situation - the ups and downs, the high emotional reactivity, the cyclical relationship - it's all so familiar. In one of your posts, you said that only someone familiar with ptsd knows why we deal with it. That comment struck me, as I've been turning the question "WHY????" over and over in my head for over two years now. I need more than what he's given me, more than he even is prepared to give me (although he *did* give me everything and then some of himself at the beginning), and yet I still love him. Still want to hear from him. Still holding out hope. In silence, of course.
It's been two months since my email to him asking what he really wanted from me. I was tired of the fits and stops. Tired of him expecting me to do everything. The results were hate filled emails calling me names. Each response I gave was calm, collected, and mature. Each response he gave was deflective and defensive, telling me that there are many more things in his life more important than me, while strangely sounding like he didn't want to end things. When we're together, we have a blast. We connect in such an easy way. But, it's all this... stuff... in the middle. So, in the end, I said goodbye. I needed to. And, yet I still feel that he's going to come back. I want him to. I love him. How twisted is that??
Anyway, believe me when I tell you that your situation - the ups and downs, the high emotional reactivity, the cyclical relationship - it's all so familiar. In one of your posts, you said that only someone familiar with ptsd knows why we deal with it. That comment struck me, as I've been turning the question "WHY????" over and over in my head for over two years now. I need more than what he's given me, more than he even is prepared to give me (although he *did* give me everything and then some of himself at the beginning), and yet I still love him. Still want to hear from him. Still holding out hope. In silence, of course.
It's been two months since my email to him asking what he really wanted from me. I was tired of the fits and stops. Tired of him expecting me to do everything. The results were hate filled emails calling me names. Each response I gave was calm, collected, and mature. Each response he gave was deflective and defensive, telling me that there are many more things in his life more important than me, while strangely sounding like he didn't want to end things. When we're together, we have a blast. We connect in such an easy way. But, it's all this... stuff... in the middle. So, in the end, I said goodbye. I needed to. And, yet I still feel that he's going to come back. I want him to. I love him. How twisted is that??