It feels utterly conditional. I am often very anxious about him, thinking there’s a decent chance I’ll never hear from him again, that something I say or do might all too easily cause him to disappear forever.
It’s a feeling about a fantasy scenario. It’s a big feeling, an intense feeling, and it’s about a nonexistent situation.
Instead of, “Hey, this is nice. How lovely,” the heart screams, “Let’s think about how awful it will feel if this ends.”
The relationship before the one with the Narcissist was with a guy who had a son. I used to call his son, “Kiddo.” It was
This is a follow-up post to one from Wednesday of this week, where I expressed eagerness and excitement about seeing a man again. I expressed
Only a few more hours until I see him again. We went out last Wednesday night. We met for drinks. We had chatted intermittently on
I ended things with the sexy professor. I’m a bit sad, but confident it was the right thing to do.
Life update: Romance. It feels so healthy to not fantasize about a future life where a relationship has advanced according to traditional societal norms, and to not fear the possibility this may or may not progress in such a way.
Dating update: Polyamory.
“Are you okay? Your voice… You sounded a little tired or something. I thought I heard a little sigh there.”
I joked, “Well, so much for me having an acting career.”
The walls I’ve worked so hard to dismantle suddenly emerged from the ground on every side of me, and slammed closed with a massive clanging sound over my head. I was surrounded by heavy gray stone all around and above me. No doors, no windows, no light. Just me, huddled inside a cell of my own making, in self-enforced solitary confinement.
What are you looking for in a connection made on a dating site?
It was quite hypocritical of me. I was willing to give one man a second chance, but not another? I can’t believe none of you called me out on this. What a bunch of slackers.
I had two social events this weekend that were both surprising and positive. The first was my company holiday party on Friday evening. Usually, I
I went out with a guy last night and I cared whether he liked me or not. As a result, I was nervous. My caring