I'm angry that my boyfriend didn't have the guts to tell me what the problems were before breaking up with me. I'm angry tha the moved in with me after that. I'm angry that he thinks he can't tell me what's wrong or I'll explode. I'm angry that all the things he's been keeing to himself, and the way I feel about it - and the day he came and guttlessly moved out without a word, he had ealier been trying to get close to me! I felt secure for two whole days, and he ripped that away from me, WITH two of our mutual friends. He told me that my problems are small, and he has never experienced anything remotely like what I have, nor does he 'suffer' PTSD! I did explode in the end, as most of his things were being hauled away. I didn't hit him or punch him. I had immagery of throwing his friends (before he spoke with them, they were our friends) down the stairs, but I did not act on it. I was chaking, for the first time in ages from fear, anger, hurt, and just plain not understanding what was going on. I'm angry that this could have been avoided, but he didn't want to talk. Yet I asked why, and his friends stated that I not only don't give him a chance, but I don't listen, and I spend ALL my time with him. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
This is completely not true, or where would I find the time to make art for them, to write to my friends, to work on my projects, to study, to eat alone, to...
bloody do all the things that I do!
I'm enraged that it could not be discussed.
I believe that he misinterpreted something I had said weeks earlier. I had said that sometimes I have no compassion for other peoples' problems (I don't feel for them), if their problems are small (e.g. spilt milk, bad hair, broken nails, crying over someone not likeing them, crying over bullying, it's not as bad as rape and torture, I can't feel for these people - and though I hate that about myself, that I can't be "warm" and "womanly" to the extreme, I still have sympathised with such people (lied of course).
He must have mistook me for meaning something like: everybody-elses' problems are smaller than my own, mine are bigger and more important.
I admitt, mine are more important to me, because I have to be in controll, i have to make actions to heal, I have to pay for any help I get...
And no, I don't think EVERYBODYS' problems are smaller than my own, but I have noticed that where I live, there are a lot of priveledged people, who have supportive families, who have supportive relationships, who are coping with their present situations very well, who are often given a lot of freedom, and here I am in my own little hell... forced in by the flashbacks.
And it pisses me off that I have to have flashbacks in order to heal!
And it pisses me off that supressing them makes them come back worse!
And it really angers me that through all this, and with all these bad feelings, I have acted in kindness towards my partner, I have allowed myself to trust him (AND HE TOLD ME HE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME) And he told me I lie to him (GOD IF I DO - I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I'VE SAID AND CAN'T BE CALLED UPON TO ANSWER THAT ALL THE TIME, BUT I ALWAYS ANSWER IN THE PRESENT AS HONESTLY AS CAN, BUT WITH HIM, IN FULL HONESTY BECAUSE I LOVE HIM...
And it really hurts that he can't see that through the symptoms...
It really hurts me that he now thinks I'm a liar, when he said in the beginning he would never think that of me. Doesn't that make him a liar?
And yet, I don't think he is lying. I think he is forgetting himself...
i think he doesn't know who he is...
and he's not very mature.
and I'm really tired right now, so I'm going to sleep.
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The bottom line is I'm angry at the people who forced me into my won head who made it almost impossible to give or recieve affection for all of my life, and I see this year as me NEW life, and I have finally learnt how to give and recieve love and affection, and I'm willing and I let it happen...
but there are boundaries.
i won't let closeness keep happening outside of the relationship.
But if he ever wants to be in a relationship with me again, he needs to PROMISE ME that he's not going to forget himself, and he's not going to merge me with the Disorder, and that he knows I'm not lying and trusts me and appreciates the things I do for him, and that when he sais he loves me he means he's in love with me not "I want affection, and you'll do right now cz we're not dating ...
I'm sure that's not what he means... those aren't his words...
it's what his body language tells me...
and his absence of mind...
and I wonder if he's been traumatized too?
Trust. Honesty. Respect. these lead to love.
I wasn't sure if I was in love with him fully at the begining.
I was sure by the end.
It really hurts.
He said he loves me as he was leaving...
WHY?
It's very cruel...
he hasn't spoken to me except when he came to get his t.v. (which I reminded him about via text, and he so didn't want to see me that he decided to give it to me, but I refused and he came and got it...
and he said, "thankyou" like I was a service clerk????
WTF???
I wasn't doing him a service!
I think maybe in being peaceful I was "being good" and he wanted to "reinforce" it with pavlovian bullshit, and I'm just not receptive to that... I see it a mile off.
I wish he'd treat me like his girlfriend, not his patient (but when we're going out, when we're not in a relationship, I wish he'd treat me like a friend instead of patient).
(just to be accurate, he's not some sort of medical health proffessional, he's a 19, well today: 20 year old).
I'm angry that I'm older than him.
I don't know why.
Maybe I feel like...
I stole him from a schoolyeard or something...
except he seems intelligent and mature in every way...
except something I can't put my finger on...
Maybe he's not mature in love?
I don't know.
It's over now.
He had to do this while I was in the middle of a flashback!
AAAAAARGHT!!!!
[THAT'S ME SCREAMING IN MY HEAD, BECAUSE I CAN'T SCREAM BECAUSE HIS FRIENDS LIVE DOWNSTAIRS AND WILL REPORT MY DEMON-POSSESSED-NESS TO HIM LIKE I'M SOME EVIL WICKED PERSON... TO REINFORCE THAT HE'S RIGHT AND I'M EVIL... AND THEREFORE ALSO WRONG).
This is a very painful time for me, in that... I don't feel anything but confused and angry...
but then hope...
then dispair...
then hope...
then dispair...
kind of like the relationship...
until i fully trusted him...
and it was hope, hope, hope, love, love love
and now....
nothing.
emptiness.
gone.
and i kinda wanted to be literally dead...
but i don't want to waste my tallents knowing there are people in the world who could bennefit from them...
if only i could reccover...
if only i had REAL support...
and if only i wasn't branded as "dysfunctional" and "demanding"
good night.