Okay, so I have shared the good, the bad and the ugly of my past. Most of my stories have been about what I have overcome or am in the process of overcoming in an attempt to stay positive and uplifting. Today, however, I am getting into the bad and the ugly of my present.
As many of you know I have been single for many years. Actually, I have never actually been in a real relationship. To date, the longest I’ve dated anyone was for 4 weeks. That was in 1998. I’ve dated very little since then. Actually, last year was the first time I had been kissed in over 10 years. Pathetic? Probably. Embarrasing? Sure. However, I am writing this in hopes that either I’m not alone, or someone will read this and possibly have an idea how to help me.
I have to admit, I’m a little conflicted. Love, in the romantic sense, is something I haven’t experienced, yet. I want to experience it, but at the same time I spent a lot of my life trying to please everyone around me, and I enjoy being independent. Being able to do what I want, when I want is really nice. There is no one to bother, bug or burden. There is just me. I love having time to myself, but sometimes it gets lonely.
Being capable of being in a relationship is something I have been working on for a long time. It has been a long and frustrating road, but I am not yet at the end of it. I work hard at it because I know it will be worth it when I do finally get to the other side of this.
I just finished the first book of the Fifty Shades of Grey series. It was good, but for some reason it is taking me this dark place. I have to admit I asked for it. I have been begging my angels for this healing. It’s been provided in many different ways and this is just where I am at right now. I wondered if I should put the book aside, but I feel as though this has a purpose. This is all old stuff that I pushed away deep inside of me for years. I need to be in it. I need to feel it. I need to deal with it, and work through it. It has not been easy, nor has it been fun. Every time I would sit down and read the book, I would end up in tears (Which is why I waited a little while before starting the second book. I needed a break from the tears, they can be exhausting day after day.). There’s this mix of anger, frustration, sadness, disappointment, and hurt coursing through me. The good part about it is that is does not compare to the hurt I used to walk around with everyday, and there is so much love and joy in my life that I get a break from it. It usually peeks when I am alone, and is definitely prevalent as I read that book.
The feelings that have creeped back up on me are the feelings of not being enough. I’m reminded that it’s never me the men want. It’s always been that way. “Your friend’s hot.”, is always what they would say. I rarely took dates to anything because when I did, they never left with me. I got ignored while they were trying to hook up with my friends. The rest were guy friends that “didn’t want to ruin the friendship”. Yes, guys, girls get friend zoned, too.
The few I did date, didn’t last very long. As soon as they found out I wasn’t easy, they left. I even loved once, but between the two of us being incapable of allowing love we hit a brick wall. He ended up shutting me out of his life, and that was that. We haven’t spoken in like 3 or 4 years. That hurt, I got over it, but it did hurt. I think the worst part was never understanding what I had done to make him hate me all of a sudden. I can’t say it didn’t affect me because I think the fear of that happening, again, took over for a while. I felt disposable, it was like I didn’t matter, and everything we had shared meant nothing. I meant nothing. Thinking I was disposable, and that I would never be good enough, attractive enough or even just enough in general, kept me from letting people get too close. I could get hurt, or worse, I could hurt someone else.
I was a great bottler of feelings back then, which is why it’s biting me in the ass now. I had to always act strong, as if nothing affected me, even though it always did. Tied together with a smile. Standing firm and taking care of what needed to be taken care of while those around me were granted the luxury of breaking down. Whether that was my cross to bear or not, I bore it as if it was. Now, I get to work through the remnants of what the maltreatment and self hatred left behind.
I feel as though I need to reiterate, it is no where near what it once was. The depression it once caused was debilitating, and the fear paralyzing. Now, it is merely the tears I need to release it all mixed with introversion. Feeling it and mourning it are a part of the release process. It’s my way of giving myself permission to feel what I am feeling, and knowing that it is okay. That is important because it wasn’t always okay. Hence, the bottling. Fairly recently I have learned to cry in front of people. Blessedly, I am now surrounded by people who love and accept me. If I cry in front of them, they hug me through it and then that is that. It never gets brought up or held against me. I never get judged. I’m still not totally comfortable with it, but I am getting used to it.
This is one of those times where things have to get a little ugly before they get pretty. Emotional remodeling, if you will. I want to get better, and the only way to get there is to get through it. I have to allow the process, let it take it’s course, and then I will be able to fly, again. All in good time.
