I’m hard pressed to understand why it is that I can’t seem to muster up any more self-respect than this. Why would an otherwise intelligent man continually subject himself to the whims of a person who doesn’t value him? How long does he go on making excuses for someone who doesn’t communicate? Who toys with his emotions and shows no more concern for his well-being than to completely ignore him all week-end and then offer up some mostly useless excuse for why?
Anyone with a modicum of self-respect would have washed his hands of this a long time ago! So why can’t I?
I doubt myself. That’s the only answer I can come up with. I doubt my worth. I doubt my judgment. I doubt my sense. Because what if I’m wrong, and this guy is the guy that I’m meant to be with and I’m just dealing with some incredibly painful, seemingly interminable growing pains at the start? Twenty years from now, will I be looking back at this time and appreciating the struggle we had to go through to spend the rest of our lives together?
I doubt it. I think it’s far more likely that 20 years from now I’ll be looking back on this time and kicking myself for not washing my hands of the whole thing faster. Probably from my deathbed, where no one will be there to hold my hand and see me off.
Most of the time I feel like he’s toying with me. He doesn’t want me. But he doesn’t want to let me go either. He likes having me hanging on and when it seems like I’m about to let go, he throws me another bone. It’s cruel really. We have these deep emotional conversations and I think yes! Finally we’re getting somewhere! But then his behavior doesn’t change. He still doesn’t respond to his text messages in a timely manner. He still ignores the ones that make him uncomfortable. And he still offers up worthless explanations.
He has all the control. I’m not sure if he realizes it or not. He might. He might be doing it on purpose. Or he might have no idea.
But in my own sickness, I’m afraid to hurt him, so I don’t say anything, and I continue to just hide in the corner and wait for his next scrap of affection knowing it will never be enough.