user 176211
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I was sitting here thinking about how nice companionship is. As I am pushing 40, yes, as a man, I finally see the value in companionship.
My last break up happened 2 months ago in July. I met a nice woman with a lot to offer and good head on shoulders. A doctor. Nice lady. We had what you would call a whirlwind romance. Neither of us have kids, no divorces. Hard working people.
This is probably the first time in my life as a man where I said that I was going to make my relationship a priority and use it to try to be a better man.
This means communicate more. I did that. I talked a lot about the future. She was dating to marry.
It also meant to curb my pride. I did that. I stopped seeing relationship disagreements as someone "being against me" and just realized how destructive that was as a younger man. I even started learning to take my time from arguments to cool down before I say things that I could regret (boy did this blow up in my face. Stay tuned).
It meant to listen to her and use that information to be in tune with her feelings and wants. We got great memories of that because I used it to demonstrate that I listen.
My downfall here? I was honest with her. I told her all about my rough childhood. About how I got hit and how things were handled in my family and I told her that these are patterns that I want to break away from.
What happened?
We were one day having a discussion about marriage. I mentioned that it'd be important for me to follow the tradition of her taking my name. She wanted to keep hers because of her profession. I said ok, and I let it go. But she seemed almost seemingly OBLIGATED to continue to push the topic. And eventually, some pretty hurtful words slipped out of her mouth. She asked me why does she feel like she has to lose something to marry me. In my head, in that very moment, I already knew the relationship was over. I knew it because I was going to start withdrawing and pulling away because it dawned on me that she wasn't mature enough for marriage if she views ANY aspect of marriage as "losing something". And I was certainly not pushing the name thing. Keep your name. But even after that, she exposed that this is how she felt. It hurt. A lot. Because at the first time of my life, I was actually consciously trying to be a better man.
The Aftermath
I went a little silent during that week because I have been having a long few weeks at work. I didn't talk much at night aside from the obligatory hi, how was your day, good night routine. But by the end of the week, I was cooled down. I was past the hustle and bustle of the week, and I was ready to talk. When we talked, she told me she felt unloved because we didn't talk all week and that I was giving her the cold shoulder. I explained that what she said hurt my feelings a lot and that I wanted time to process it and get through it. This offended her because in her eyes, she could do no wrong. She got indignant and said that on the contrary, *I* owe HER an apology for treating her could shoulder. I did not. And now I am single.
Remember earlier when I said that I was open with her about my upbringing and why it was important for me to be a better man for a future family? Yea. She threw all of that in my face. The violence I faced growing up. My economic situation growing up. Every single thing that I told her about that made me feel unsafe to tell in all my past relationships... I told her... and guess what? I was right. It wasn't safe to be honest. And it never will be again.
Since then, things have been very easy. I picked up smoking weed again. I sleep around with trashy women who leave when I need them to, and could honestly give a **** less whether I live or die. It's just sex. For them, maybe a revenge **** against their husband, or maybe an "I'll show you!" ****, if their boyfriend has the temerity to go out one night with his friends. Some of them are single and want something serious. But they won't find it with me. And while that sounds trashy, I am doing them the favor of their lives. Or someone who wants a relationship with me, but its way too much work to explain to them how broken I feel. For me, the getting high, the climax, and the solitude afterward feels fulfilling. Not because I am broken. I AM broken. Never gonna argue that. But for me, its the ease. I get the companionship. But then I get the solitude I enjoy. And I don't have to put up with trying to undo years of the multitude of ways I have been emotionally injured, and I CERTAINLY don't have to put up with their baggage and ****. Its not that I don't care. Its just that I have my own ****. Lets just provide each other a little relief and dopamine, and I'll see you for the next fix. Easiest thing in the world.
Its just almost like some toys were meant to stay broken. And I just fully accept it now.
what are you going to do but try to cope? I don't have all the answers.
My last break up happened 2 months ago in July. I met a nice woman with a lot to offer and good head on shoulders. A doctor. Nice lady. We had what you would call a whirlwind romance. Neither of us have kids, no divorces. Hard working people.
This is probably the first time in my life as a man where I said that I was going to make my relationship a priority and use it to try to be a better man.
This means communicate more. I did that. I talked a lot about the future. She was dating to marry.
It also meant to curb my pride. I did that. I stopped seeing relationship disagreements as someone "being against me" and just realized how destructive that was as a younger man. I even started learning to take my time from arguments to cool down before I say things that I could regret (boy did this blow up in my face. Stay tuned).
It meant to listen to her and use that information to be in tune with her feelings and wants. We got great memories of that because I used it to demonstrate that I listen.
My downfall here? I was honest with her. I told her all about my rough childhood. About how I got hit and how things were handled in my family and I told her that these are patterns that I want to break away from.
What happened?
We were one day having a discussion about marriage. I mentioned that it'd be important for me to follow the tradition of her taking my name. She wanted to keep hers because of her profession. I said ok, and I let it go. But she seemed almost seemingly OBLIGATED to continue to push the topic. And eventually, some pretty hurtful words slipped out of her mouth. She asked me why does she feel like she has to lose something to marry me. In my head, in that very moment, I already knew the relationship was over. I knew it because I was going to start withdrawing and pulling away because it dawned on me that she wasn't mature enough for marriage if she views ANY aspect of marriage as "losing something". And I was certainly not pushing the name thing. Keep your name. But even after that, she exposed that this is how she felt. It hurt. A lot. Because at the first time of my life, I was actually consciously trying to be a better man.
The Aftermath
I went a little silent during that week because I have been having a long few weeks at work. I didn't talk much at night aside from the obligatory hi, how was your day, good night routine. But by the end of the week, I was cooled down. I was past the hustle and bustle of the week, and I was ready to talk. When we talked, she told me she felt unloved because we didn't talk all week and that I was giving her the cold shoulder. I explained that what she said hurt my feelings a lot and that I wanted time to process it and get through it. This offended her because in her eyes, she could do no wrong. She got indignant and said that on the contrary, *I* owe HER an apology for treating her could shoulder. I did not. And now I am single.
Remember earlier when I said that I was open with her about my upbringing and why it was important for me to be a better man for a future family? Yea. She threw all of that in my face. The violence I faced growing up. My economic situation growing up. Every single thing that I told her about that made me feel unsafe to tell in all my past relationships... I told her... and guess what? I was right. It wasn't safe to be honest. And it never will be again.

Since then, things have been very easy. I picked up smoking weed again. I sleep around with trashy women who leave when I need them to, and could honestly give a **** less whether I live or die. It's just sex. For them, maybe a revenge **** against their husband, or maybe an "I'll show you!" ****, if their boyfriend has the temerity to go out one night with his friends. Some of them are single and want something serious. But they won't find it with me. And while that sounds trashy, I am doing them the favor of their lives. Or someone who wants a relationship with me, but its way too much work to explain to them how broken I feel. For me, the getting high, the climax, and the solitude afterward feels fulfilling. Not because I am broken. I AM broken. Never gonna argue that. But for me, its the ease. I get the companionship. But then I get the solitude I enjoy. And I don't have to put up with trying to undo years of the multitude of ways I have been emotionally injured, and I CERTAINLY don't have to put up with their baggage and ****. Its not that I don't care. Its just that I have my own ****. Lets just provide each other a little relief and dopamine, and I'll see you for the next fix. Easiest thing in the world.
Its just almost like some toys were meant to stay broken. And I just fully accept it now.
