PreciousChild
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This topic is a big one for me and I think for most of us. I can't shake the feeling that I am not worthy, good enough and that people will reject me at any given moment. If I don't hear from my boyfriend right away, my immediate reaction is to think that I am not important enough to communicate with. He'll get to me when it's convenient, but not when I need him to. He's shown me that he cares about me and that I'm important to him in a number of ways. But at these times, I interpret those moments as him pretending to give me what I need so that he can get me to do x, y, and z (the point being that he's using me just to get to x, y, z, like sex or help or some other external reason). But my suspicion is that his "real" feelings are that I'm crap and he wants to stop pretending as soon as he can get away with it. I guess I'm in this funk in part because in communications with my brother recently, he ignores/rejects/diminishes my requests, while recognizing and taking seriously my sister's opinions and requests. I was scapegoated by my family, and him in particular growing up. It's so obvious that he's doing that, but he still does it. He has apologized in the past for being "mean" to me, but he simply can't let go of his scapegoating because I think that it would mean he has to take responsibility for his own stuff, and that would be as hard for him as me trying to stop hating myself.
Just yesterday, my boyfriend wrote me a poem telling me how much loved me and how it happened so gradually like sun warming his skin without asking, and that he loved, admired, desired me and thought I was the most thoughtful person he knew. You wouldn't write that just to fool someone, would you? I want to be able to trust in someone's profession of genuine love, and it's so painful to think that either I am incapable of trusting someone or I am just simply unloveable and that it's all a cruel joke. I'm feeling so depressed.
Just yesterday, my boyfriend wrote me a poem telling me how much loved me and how it happened so gradually like sun warming his skin without asking, and that he loved, admired, desired me and thought I was the most thoughtful person he knew. You wouldn't write that just to fool someone, would you? I want to be able to trust in someone's profession of genuine love, and it's so painful to think that either I am incapable of trusting someone or I am just simply unloveable and that it's all a cruel joke. I'm feeling so depressed.