What do I do?
Posted: April 10th, 2014, 5:37 pm
Because the internet is the only place that is safe.
I love my boyfriend.
He's sweet, playful, funny, strong. I love nothing more than his arms around me. He's more understanding of my bipolarity, my obsessions, my anxiety. Granted, he has his own issues. And I feel I cannot burden him with my dissociative issues that Stone Sour seemed to have written Through Glass.
I love my boyfriend.
He's great. We have the most fun together. Maybe it's both of our bipolar issues, we both get so manicly happy. Then we fight. Oh, the fights. I shut down, he yells. Throws things. He doesn't hit me. I throw things. I pull a knife and threaten to castrate him. And then he breaks up with me. Then I tell him he hasn't. And I'm not even sure why I say that. I'm not even sure what is going on.
I love my boyfriend.
I look at my life, and I can't imagine being without sometimes. And I love my life. But I know I traded my freedom for it. I used to be so carefree, coming home at the wee hours in the morning. I can't imagine a future without him. When we're apart, I just wonder how much longer we'll stay together. When he's not around, I want out. When he is around, I want nothing more than to make it work.
I love my boyfriend.
And I'm torn. Somewhere between isolated logic, looking at my life through glass and hating it. And the comfort of everything he is. I really do love him, but then I feel like I'm telling myself too much. Trying to convince myself. How can I love someone who throws the times I've been raped in my face, how can I not love someone who is there to catch me every time I fall?
I've cheated before. I'm awful.
I've never cheated on him, I'm so proud of myself.
He accuses me of cheating, he's an ass.
He has every right to assume that, he has no right to assume that.
I'm a princess. I'm a prisoner.
And I don't know what to do about it. I can't ask anyone what to do about it. So I'm asking you, oh great anonymous internet...
What do I do?
What do you do when you love the life you have, but you loved yourself more before you had it?
What do you do when you know it isn't going to work, but you want it to?
What do you do when you start feeling sexual attraction for other people, but you don't want to cheat?
What do you do when you're not strong enough to end it, and not confident enough to fix it?
What do I do?
I love my boyfriend.
He's sweet, playful, funny, strong. I love nothing more than his arms around me. He's more understanding of my bipolarity, my obsessions, my anxiety. Granted, he has his own issues. And I feel I cannot burden him with my dissociative issues that Stone Sour seemed to have written Through Glass.
I love my boyfriend.
He's great. We have the most fun together. Maybe it's both of our bipolar issues, we both get so manicly happy. Then we fight. Oh, the fights. I shut down, he yells. Throws things. He doesn't hit me. I throw things. I pull a knife and threaten to castrate him. And then he breaks up with me. Then I tell him he hasn't. And I'm not even sure why I say that. I'm not even sure what is going on.
I love my boyfriend.
I look at my life, and I can't imagine being without sometimes. And I love my life. But I know I traded my freedom for it. I used to be so carefree, coming home at the wee hours in the morning. I can't imagine a future without him. When we're apart, I just wonder how much longer we'll stay together. When he's not around, I want out. When he is around, I want nothing more than to make it work.
I love my boyfriend.
And I'm torn. Somewhere between isolated logic, looking at my life through glass and hating it. And the comfort of everything he is. I really do love him, but then I feel like I'm telling myself too much. Trying to convince myself. How can I love someone who throws the times I've been raped in my face, how can I not love someone who is there to catch me every time I fall?
I've cheated before. I'm awful.
I've never cheated on him, I'm so proud of myself.
He accuses me of cheating, he's an ass.
He has every right to assume that, he has no right to assume that.
I'm a princess. I'm a prisoner.
And I don't know what to do about it. I can't ask anyone what to do about it. So I'm asking you, oh great anonymous internet...
What do I do?
What do you do when you love the life you have, but you loved yourself more before you had it?
What do you do when you know it isn't going to work, but you want it to?
What do you do when you start feeling sexual attraction for other people, but you don't want to cheat?
What do you do when you're not strong enough to end it, and not confident enough to fix it?
What do I do?