90s Millennial who had unsupervised Internet access in 2008, and grew up to be a polarizing deviant leftist autistic woman dual-wielding shitposting & sincerity
Kill me if this is ever me, btw. Just put me out of my misery. Because the only way I’d ever be in that relationship is if someone broke my spirit to the point where I no longer respected myself.
Yeah. Like you’re allowed to mourn another hope dashed, but you really should try your best not to miss the idealized version of him you made up in your head.
That was never him. It was actually you. Those traits you imagined him having are things you’ve already got.
You force yourself to remember just how ignorant you still are. Remember how much has happened already, that you had no idea was going to occur. You are going to be proven wrong in ways that shock you, sometimes in the best ways imaginable.
Events like this are why I say I have Main Character Whether I Like It Or Not Syndrome. And I’m not joking. The plot twists I encounter on a regular basis are downright Shonda Rhimesian.
I only date leftist men who 😷, so that rules out nearly everyone.
It’s because I’m medically high-risk. I can’t fall in love with someone who wouldn’t be willing to keep me safe.
The core of it is deciding that you’re willing to be uncomfortable, embarrassed, cringey, & in need of forgiveness for your inevitable screw-ups. It’s impossible to rebuild a relationship without going through things like that. You two have to value each other more than comfort.
Our time is just beginning. We spent four hours on the phone discussing all these messy feelings, in order to make sure we can build a real friendship from here. We’re gonna hang out again and again, just without romantic or sexual stuff 😊
I’m actually still in net positive emotional territory, even with the pain of collapsed romance, thanks to the combo of finally having such a compatible local-ish friend this experience having thawed so much pent-up trauma-pain that I’d spent years delaying letting myself feel.
I meant it when I told him that he’s too singular of a person to be abandoned so easily. I would rather go through the discomfort and confusion of creating a new platonic dynamic amidst messy romantic emotional remnants than take the easy way out of giving up on him.
I will eventually find my person, if through no other means than the sheer number of dice rolls afforded to me through how many people I meet thanks to the connections I began on this app.
And it helps that I’m wonderful, brilliant, adorable, sexy, loved, liked, and determined.
Oh and to risk embarrassing myself for human connection is no true risk at all, because nobody whose opinion really matters would ever think less of another person for choosing the vulnerability of putting themself out there.
Btw in case any of you didn’t intuit this:
I don’t talk about personal stuff like this for clout. I do it partly because I know from having been in the audience myself that few things give a person hope like being shown that good things really are possible and happening.
The other part of my motive is that *I* feel better about experiencing emotionally intense things when I get a wide variety of takes on what I’m going through. It’s very calming and helpful to get so many second opinions, and to be reminded that it’s safe for me to open up.