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This Woman Will Self Destruct In 3…2…1 Part 2

I’m honestly not as evil, or as manipulative as my last entry might have made me sound. I feel that the way I am telling this story makes it sound like I knew exactly what I was doing the whole time, which is not the case. I have spent much time analyzing this situation, because I do not want this scenario repeated again in my life. The underlying problem is my impulsiveness.  Each time I broke it off or tried to fix it, I believe I was doing the right thing. Instead of giving myself time to think things through, I would immediately react upon my feelings, instead of rational thought.

What makes this behavior self destructive is that I really did like him, but I was extremely scared of how I felt. Truth be told, I have never had my heart broken, and I am scared to death of it happening. (Wow that was hard to admit.) I continued to push him away, and then pull him to me, because I knew at some point that he would have no choice, but to say, “Enough is enough.” Once he stated that, the blame for “us” not working would be taken off my hands. I could sleep better at night knowing that he was the one who decided that it needed to end, and that would grant me the license to hate myself a little more.

The ending to this story did not play out like I subconsciously planned it to. He called me out on it all, and I’m grateful to him for that. I have no choice, but to face this situation now. The little girl playing her little girl games, has been found out and now needs to own up.

Have I always been self destructive? Yes, but this realization only begun to sink in over the last few years. As these words flow from my fingers, to the keyboard, and appear on my computer screen, my gut tightens, my face flushes, these words are not easy for me to mutter.

I ruined an opportunity that could have created happiness in my life, all because of a little fear.

I have no one to blame, but myself.


This Woman Will Self Destruct in 3…2…1…

A recent situation that had taken place in my life left me with only one conclusion to draw:

I am self destructive.

I met someone who offered me a relationship with true potential. I cared a lot for this person and they made no attempts to conceal their own feelings for me. It was the first time in a long time that I had felt like someone in my life might actually be worth it. I purposely destroyed it.

A few weeks into it all, I told him I wasn’t ready to handle something serious, he understood. A couple of days later, I got in touch with him, and fixed the mess I had created. A week later, I called him telling him that I felt too stressed over it all, and once again he understood. A week passed, I got in touch with him, disaster averted once more. 4 days had gone by peacefully, and then I emailed him and told him that it was best if he never contacted me again. (Anyone like to take a guess what happened next?) I contacted him, explaining  how I knew that I had been wrong, but really didn’t want things to end. This time there was nothing sweet and understanding in his tone. He gave me the ultimatum, “We are either ON or we are OFF!” I decided we were on. The following day, I called him on the phone. We talked for a bit. I got off the phone with him and started to think about how he was acting extremely indifferent to me. I immediately sent him an email telling him, how I thought he was being indifferent, and that it was for the best if we went our separate ways.

He had had enough, rightfully so.

He sent me an email explaining all the questions, I had never bothered to ask. I was too busy making assumptions on what I thought he was feeling and thinking, to even consider just asking a simple question. Truthfully, I was frighten of what he could have said. He was not being indifferent to me; he was trying to be cautious with his feeling. This man was tired of being hurt by me. The email ended with the statement, “I never want to hear from you again.” Unlike myself I knew that he meant it.

Here is the point where I have to stop and offer him my gratitude for walking away from me. It made me stop and examine my own actions. This situation made me realize that he wasn’t the first person I had treated in such a manor. There have been many other relationships and friendships that had ended in the same fashion. It was time for me to make the conscious choice to change, or the same results would continue to surface.

Here was someone I earnestly liked and could have had a possible future with, so why did do it all?

To be continued…