The Big Bad Wolf & the Glass Slippers
I spend some time with the one ex I have loved. The one part of the Valentine’s day fiasco. We spent sometime together and it felt like no time had past since I had seen him.
Toward the end of the night, things felt awkward. Something felt off. I felt like I was hiding something from him and he was doing the same. It’s not that I want to hide anything from him but I never want him to think less of me.
There was one point of the night were he said something that lowered myself esteem. Knowing him well, I know he didn’t mean to say it in a negative manner. He said it to be honest.
The thing is… he made me realized that I am being who I think I need to be strong but not actually being strong. There was a point in my life (I even wrote about it) where I was happy not dating.
All of a sudden I met a guy, let’s call him the Big Bad Wolf, who made me want a relationship and to date. Needless to say it did not end that way. I realized that it was talking to the Big Bad Wolf that I was shown something pretty not something I need. Kind of like a new pair of glass slippers.
I have some, I don’t need more, but those where so pretty I would go in to debt for them. But this is a debt to myself.
I never want to be in debt to myself. I want to be myself.
Something has been bothering me. I recently I have been spending time will a person I am certainly fond of. Whether we are ready for a relationship or not he made very easy to tell him. It was quite a relief since every other time I had told someone it went wrong.
This time was wonderful, though. So I have continued to spend time with him. The thing that is bothering me I can get the guy from the last post out of my head. I have missed him more that I usually do. I have even thought about going to get coffee with him because I know it will end in a hug.
I wondered why I have been missing him, maybe it is because this time he is staying away from me. It’s not his fault, but my own. I told him we were done and pretty much implied to leave me alone. I never knew he was going to listen to me, for once.
The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, but it can also be deadly.
With that said, I have to stay away.
Baggage Claims (“No, that’s not mine.”)
The married man contacted me, again. (see, Baggage Minimal, Please. and Open Baggage) He told me that some things in our apparent dating should have been keep private and I should have not written about them.
Now to an extent I would have to agree. There are definitely some matters that should be kept only in a relationship. The difference with us is we did not have a relationship. There are those few instances where it is okay to talk about what you went through and what you learned. This is the point of my writing. I write to make make note on what I went through and understand what I am questioning about dating.
If no one ever knew spoke up and said what happened in their relationships a lot of things would still exist that are now wrong. For example, spousal abuse. (*This is not a light subject and by no means am I trying to make light of it*) If no one in or out side of the relationship thought it was wrong we would have not sense of guilt when even thinking about it. Someone said something and someone said they didn’t like it.
The point is that, the abuse could have been considered something private and personal between the couple. There are differences. And those are speaking about what you feel and have learned to educate others (or in some cases as therapy) and saying something in midst of the storm getting more people involved. The decisions you make in a relationship are yours and your spouses, no one else.
Life as a Marshmallow
It is easy for someone to tell you to toughen up or to get thicker skin, but to actually do so is so much more difficult. One doesn’t just develop a thicker skin over night. Just like reptiles it takes time for us to shed our old skin to reveal the newer, stronger one.
Over the years I will admit that I have not had the thickest skin. I am pretty much a marshmallow. Soft but when burned I am tougher on the outside. But I wonder about other people and how they can be so tough and/or cold. It is so hard for me to be tough, or cold. Even to play games with someone to get my was is difficult.
I have recently created a tougher skin but there is always one person in my life (at any given time) that makes me feel softer or more vulnerable than I am. I do my best to not show people my vulnerable moments but I have them. So how does one create a skin tough enough to attract and keep someone? If you show vulnerability you seem needy or clingy. I am not either of these. Where is the middle between the needy and personable?
I often go through phases in my life. Phases are like books to me. After I read a book I see things and think of things differently, but during the book I follow the ups and downs.
I feel like I am in a different book in the series of my life. Over the years I have, undoubtedly, been more consumed about relationships than I should be. It is not a bad thing to want that companionship, it is bad when you think you can’t live with out it. Of course, it is only human nature to want and need that affection.
Now, though, I would only want it but not need it. I tried telling this to a friend. I told him that, in all honesty, I did not want to get married. He (as well as my best friend) said that it seems like I have commitment issues. This is positivity not true.
I will not lie and say that I haven’t had them before. Now, it is a much different time. I no longer feel the need to receive assurance from anyone but my self. This is what I think I truly wanted from past relationships. The greatest satisfaction I have received, recently, is from myself.
This is why I don’t want to get married (besides religious reasons, but that is a whole another blog that I would need to start). I feel like these days too many woman are searching for Mr. Right when they don’t realize that they are Ms. Right and don’t need the Mister. I would love companionship as much as the next person but my point is I don’t need it. I don’t need that Mr.Right to tell me how pretty I am or how smart I am. I can’t do that on my own. I don’t need that self-esteem boost from anyone but myself.
I am my own Ms. Right.
My Friends Perspective.
I think by now we can all say my life is a bit crazy. My friend decided to simply put it in a short story. Short and sweet.
“There was a girl who learned lessons from her past relationships. Then she defeated a pack of wolves with her bare fist. The end.”
Honestly, I see that as pretty accurate. I wonder how anyone else who reads views my love life. Please let me know.
It’s that time of year again. Everyone is getting married (or at the least) engaged. As a solider of love, I am happy that people can find the ones they want to spend their lives with.
The only thing is that I won’t congratulate people.These days, marriage has lost its special meaning. In about 30 years, I will congratulate the couple for making their marriage work for so long. Marriage is supposed to mean something that lasts. It is supposed to be your last commitment of love.
This is why I have also said in the past that someone as young as myself should not be getting married. We have not earned the knowledge to be married, to know what it takes to be with one person and only one.
We have just received a taste of freedom being away from family and parents. 2-3 years does not suffice for enough time to learn what you need for yourself. If you don’t not know what you need, how will you know what your mate needs from you?
This week an old friend as me an excellent question about relationships;
”..what if you met an awesome guy and he just poured out his trust on you totally, do you automatically trust him?”
No. I see relationships as simple reward system when it comes to trust. In the beginning you want to give them some trust, but not all. If you don’t have any trust in the beginning you are pretty much doomed, but if you trust completely you are pretty much putting your heart near a paper shredder and hoping it doesn’t fall in.
See, if you don’t give someone trust it makes it harder for your partner to doing things with out you flipping your lid. I understand if they do something that you find less then pleasing and you get upset. I have been there, but I have also been in the position where I just do nothing and get in trouble. If you can’t try to trust someone in a relationship it is because in reality you don’t trust yourself in a relationship (that is unless you have a reason to trust that particular person).
Every relationship I have entered since I was abused was a risk of not knowing if it would happen again. I trusted every person afterward enough to proceed with the relationship. Most importantly, I trusted myself to be observant enough leave a relationship if I though it was going to happen again.
Losing My Religion.
I have pretty much given up most of, if not all, my faith up on a successful relationship for me.
I am not bitter about it nor am I happy about; just indifferent to it. I don’t have a problem attracting people, but I have become to smart to give anyone a chance.
I start flirting with someone and when they show a genuine interest, I leave. Most people do this because they have been hurt to much, I don’t. Those times I was hurt were proud battle wounds. Lessons learned. I don’t enjoy being alone but I am not angry about it either. I just rather not waste my time one meeting people who’s intent is purely sexual.
I understand that there has to be a certain amount of sexual attraction at first glance, but for some reason mine never goes past that.
Dating has just become more than my cup of tea. Too much.
Dazed and Confused….and Unavailable?
I am single.
For certain I am happy and am enjoying having a kind of freedom that I haven’t had before. I do what I want with out thinking “if I do this would some want to date me?”
The only problem with me happy, single and not slutting around is I have become somewhat unavailable. When I kiss, well I make it short and if I can I avoid it. Kiss my hand, kiss my neck but the lips make me awkward for sure.
I think a have developed a fear of losing what I have now or becoming attached just to detach again. I am pretty certain it is the first one though. I enjoy being able to dance to the beat of my own drummer and not having to deal with my fear of say I love you over again.
Maybe its just not that though, I also have become so uninterested in dealing with dating in general. Its not that I hate it because in reality I don’t think we get tired of love. Maybe its that I finally realizing I am in my twenties and I should be considering settling my life down when I haven’t lived my life yet.
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives.”
Kettle of Emotions.
Tonight, I received a call from my ex (jay, see bittersweet endings).
Right off the bat I knew it was not going to be the easiest conversation to have. He admitted to being drunk. He poured out his heart to me, admitting to thinking I was his “soul mate”. Admitting to loving me and that he had never stopped.
18 months ago this would have been a dream come true. Its just hard to return to something you know failed. I never gave up but our relationship was never together to be broke. Never together to succeed, hence instant failure.
I admit that I have seen myself with him for the entirety of my life. My problem is partly that I am scared for the commitment and fear of result. Fear that if it could have been so easy for him to leave someone for me what says it won’t be easy for him to leave me? He pressured me to answer him if I wanted to be with him.
Is it right to pressure someone in to being with you?
Is it love if you are pressured in to something?
Is it right to return to someone you feel doesn’t respect you?
I don’t think so.
Stalking or Living?
In life we are taught that there is the one you will spend the rest of your life with. The One you are supposed to marry, the one you are supposed to have children with. Dating’s intentions are just a mission to find the one.
I started wondering why we are all so determined to find the end to our life? Are we not supposed to enjoy life as it comes? See when dating you must have something to interest a partner other than pure sexual attraction (Lesson of the week: sexual attraction will only take to so far than your personality does the rest). If you are so busy looking for “the one” when they come alone you just might not have anything to offer beside they quest of finding them. Which in a way seems like emotional stalking. Dating is never a waste but its like medication; you must only take it in small dosage because you can become addicted and ruin your life.
Don’t be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin.- Grace Hansen
Need Sometime To Waste Time.
Earlier this week someone was telling me about how they were asked if the person they were dating was the one. They told me that they knew that person wasn’t, which sparked a idea. It is something I have thought about a lot.
I told this person dating is like school you must learn so many lessons before you graduate. Every person that has made an impact in my life has been a lesson in the end. Without knowing it we take those lessons and apply them to future relationships. Some people see dating people who you know are not the one is wasted time, I see it as time well spent.
How well do you think you most relationship would have been handled if you had not learn things from others? With all honesty, I think my most recent relationships would have been a complete train wreak; as would I, in general, as a person. Thank your ex’s even if you don’t speak to them because if it wasn’t for them you wouldn’t have learned how to handle certain situations.
The years teach much which the days never knew. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Recently I have been thinking about one of my ex’s who I dated about a year ago. I have the tendency to think about him. He made a big impact in my life.
He didn’t so much do what my last ex did, he didn’t give me self respect or self worth. What Jay did was opened my eyes about dating. Thursday night we had a long phone conversation. We talked about our past. We never officially became a couple but we acted like we were therefore he is my ex. Not ex-boyfriend or ex-love but just an ex. He told me that there was a reason why he didn’t every make it official and because of that reason he looked for love elsewhere.
I won’t lie that at some point I hated him. The thing is with him I didn’t do what I did with my recent ex; I didn’t tell him how I truly felt about him. Those feelings have come and goes but this talk (as far as I know) closes a chapter in my life.
Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater.
Cheating can break your relationship most of the time. Cheating effects both parties emotionally. I know this because I have been cheated on and cheated on someone.
A few years back, I was in a committed relationship. In the beginning of our two year relationship I cheat on my boyfriend with my ex/his “friend”. The feeling is horrible. I think that it takes some one who really doesn’t care not to feel horrible about it. I spent nights crying about it and asking a friend if I should tell him. I did and we broke up for a while. Most recently, I got cheated on. He told me just like I had told my ex. He cried and told me he understood if I left him. I didn’t.
See the thing about cheating is not everyone applies to the whole “once a cheater always a cheater”. I think when someone seeks to cheat on you and has no shame then be mad. If they do it and feel remorseful then give them one more chance. Sure after that there will be some trust issues but if you see that person genuinely sorry about what they did, try.
I rarely have told people about me cheating because they will see me as a cheater. What they don’t know is that I was abused for it. So much so that I am deathly afraid of cheating again. But honestly, would you tell someone you cheated in the past if you though that they would stay in your future, or does your past say in the past?