Long story short the love of my life shut down after I told him I loved him - he has cPTSD after a lifetime of abuse from his family and past relationships. He showed physical signs of freeze mode. He said he does not feel the way he did about me. He thinks I'm controlling - I am not.
It's been 6 months. I see him every week at a mutual activity. It's awkward. My therapist tells me to keep showing up but let him come to me. If I pull away he comes closer - but not far. It is hard watching him have fun with other people - I think the activity keeps him numb. I feel left out of his life. He responds to me every time I reach out - but is annoyed I do. He has avoidant attachment issues and no intimate relationships. He gets jealous, he does small things to show he cares. Then pushes me away.
My weakness is, and he recognizes it, that once a month I get angry, think I deserve to be treated better even though he has not "lead me on" per se. (He is genuinely a nice guy, not dated anyone else, and I do think he genuinely cares for me but the numb keeps him shut down.) I keep ruining things by telling him I need to let go (I mean it at the time), tell him I just want him to be happy, but I have needs too. This makes him angry, any emotion makes him angry and he blames me for things. But once a month I do this, still. I think the resentment and selfishness just builds up. I feel horrible shame after. I think I just want a response to know if he still cares. I suck. How can he ever feel safe with me? He says he stays away because I always want to talk. He is afraid of conflict. I swing between he cares and he is suffering and what about me.
I wonder if my therapist is right about showing up week after week or if I just stop going and see what happens - give him space. She says he needs to know I'm not going anywhere, I'm trying to take advantage of him, and if I bail I prove his fears right. However, it's been 6 months and I've never felt so far away from him.
I do love him deeply - he is the most amazing man. I'm 43 and I've had lot's of relationships and he is the first person I could see myself old with.
Do I just give up? Clearly, my selfishness, my emotions get the best of me.
It's been 6 months. I see him every week at a mutual activity. It's awkward. My therapist tells me to keep showing up but let him come to me. If I pull away he comes closer - but not far. It is hard watching him have fun with other people - I think the activity keeps him numb. I feel left out of his life. He responds to me every time I reach out - but is annoyed I do. He has avoidant attachment issues and no intimate relationships. He gets jealous, he does small things to show he cares. Then pushes me away.
My weakness is, and he recognizes it, that once a month I get angry, think I deserve to be treated better even though he has not "lead me on" per se. (He is genuinely a nice guy, not dated anyone else, and I do think he genuinely cares for me but the numb keeps him shut down.) I keep ruining things by telling him I need to let go (I mean it at the time), tell him I just want him to be happy, but I have needs too. This makes him angry, any emotion makes him angry and he blames me for things. But once a month I do this, still. I think the resentment and selfishness just builds up. I feel horrible shame after. I think I just want a response to know if he still cares. I suck. How can he ever feel safe with me? He says he stays away because I always want to talk. He is afraid of conflict. I swing between he cares and he is suffering and what about me.
I wonder if my therapist is right about showing up week after week or if I just stop going and see what happens - give him space. She says he needs to know I'm not going anywhere, I'm trying to take advantage of him, and if I bail I prove his fears right. However, it's been 6 months and I've never felt so far away from him.
I do love him deeply - he is the most amazing man. I'm 43 and I've had lot's of relationships and he is the first person I could see myself old with.
Do I just give up? Clearly, my selfishness, my emotions get the best of me.