I Am Lonely
I just got out of a relationshp.
All I did was care about his feelings, care about how he felt, care about trying to make him happy.
I asked a simple question. I tried to communicate, but he was one of those people that any form of talking about the elephant in the room would make him defensive and he'd explode.
He couldn't just communicate. Ask a question, give an answer, everything is all okay.
I asked a question about his feelings, his thoughts and no matter how said question was formed, he'd get defensive, he'd get angry . He'd tell me I was being this or that.
All I cared about was his feelings, his thoughts and his happiness.
In the end, he called me selfish.
So I did that selfish thing, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore.
Even though I know I did the right thing. I couldn't communicate with him like a human being. Even though I know he was being abusive, I miss him, and despise that feeling.
I do this to myself. Time after time. I did it with my parents. I saw how unhappy they were. My abusive alcoholic father, my afraid alcoholic mother, too scared to leave.
I'd try to make them happy. I'd do whatever my father said. I'd be a good girl, I'd clean the entire house from top to bottom(a two story house) trying to make my mom happy, just for a little while. When my dad would get mad, I'd try to hug him to make him feel better. He'd slap me and call me a selfish *****.
I realized I couldn't make them happy, and when I grew up I kept getting with obviously unhappy men, just thinking maybe , maybe this one I can make happy.
But I'm wrong, and it's not that I'm not enough. It's not that I'm selfish, or bad. It's just that when someone is so unhappy, nobody can make them happy. It's an internal choice they are allowing themselves to make, whether they're aware of it or not.
They have to decide to allow themselves to be okay.
I realize that the reason he was like that wasn't me.
I would never be so cruel and mean to him the way he was with me.
I do nothing but try to make others happy, be their light, be their distraction from their pain. And I'm called selfish.
Realizing that it's just a defense mechanism doesn't make it hurt any less.
Realizing that I did the right thing, doesn't make the pain go away.
I just want someone to hold me and love me, the way that I would hold and love them.
All I did was care about his feelings, care about how he felt, care about trying to make him happy.
I asked a simple question. I tried to communicate, but he was one of those people that any form of talking about the elephant in the room would make him defensive and he'd explode.
He couldn't just communicate. Ask a question, give an answer, everything is all okay.
I asked a question about his feelings, his thoughts and no matter how said question was formed, he'd get defensive, he'd get angry . He'd tell me I was being this or that.
All I cared about was his feelings, his thoughts and his happiness.
In the end, he called me selfish.
So I did that selfish thing, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore.
Even though I know I did the right thing. I couldn't communicate with him like a human being. Even though I know he was being abusive, I miss him, and despise that feeling.
I do this to myself. Time after time. I did it with my parents. I saw how unhappy they were. My abusive alcoholic father, my afraid alcoholic mother, too scared to leave.
I'd try to make them happy. I'd do whatever my father said. I'd be a good girl, I'd clean the entire house from top to bottom(a two story house) trying to make my mom happy, just for a little while. When my dad would get mad, I'd try to hug him to make him feel better. He'd slap me and call me a selfish *****.
I realized I couldn't make them happy, and when I grew up I kept getting with obviously unhappy men, just thinking maybe , maybe this one I can make happy.
But I'm wrong, and it's not that I'm not enough. It's not that I'm selfish, or bad. It's just that when someone is so unhappy, nobody can make them happy. It's an internal choice they are allowing themselves to make, whether they're aware of it or not.
They have to decide to allow themselves to be okay.
I realize that the reason he was like that wasn't me.
I would never be so cruel and mean to him the way he was with me.
I do nothing but try to make others happy, be their light, be their distraction from their pain. And I'm called selfish.
Realizing that it's just a defense mechanism doesn't make it hurt any less.
Realizing that I did the right thing, doesn't make the pain go away.
I just want someone to hold me and love me, the way that I would hold and love them.