I wonder if he knows how lucky he is to have you? The dude surely must have thought he won the lottery when you two got together? I know i would have. I mean the chances of him finding ANY woman, let alone one who is normal by most accounts. I doubt he'll ever be in a "healthy position" for a relationship, but i think you know that. Just like most likely i'll never be. Some things are just not meant to be. So one has to play the hand they've been dealt. But some people are extremely lucky, as they have a very low hand, yet score okay. Others aren't lucky, and so :. must reap the consequences of that low hand.
I think he does, to some degree. I mean, he has opened up quite alot of gold nuggets for me ( lol- my term for life lessons)- Ive learnt so much and am such a different person to from before I went out with him. I mean, I was so scared of men, I thought that most men have these standards that I just could never meet, and that goes back to my abusive past with this guy in 07. He was 28 and I was 24. Well, Ive written about it in here at the begining of my journal, but what gets me now is that I am finding alot of familiar behaviour that he portrayed towards me- I am now doing to Rugs. I am not talking about rape and abuse here- but disappointment and not being about to have that person meet my expectations and needs etc.. just the way that he would act to me (this is 10 years ago lol) - I remember being clueless and wondering what was so wrong with me at the time and wanting so much to try and improve and mould myself for him that I lost myself - I was never good enough, never good enough to be his partner too- despite living and sleeping with him. I dont think Rugs feels this way as such- but its quite chilling to feel the same feelings as this past relationship guy did and to portray similar behaviours.
He would go out and get involved in so many activities it wasn't funny- it was as though he was trying to get away from me. He was in a Latin dancing class, cooking class, snorkelling class etc.. and I was this young naive girl that moved all the way interstate to live with him and leave my life behind- I had in doing that broken my agoraphobia and men phobia too , I was in edgy territory of just coming out of that- and had not worked before (I had just studied and had before that struggled to even get out of the house or even in a car, or outside of the house).. but his expectations on me were one of a 30 year old and he wanted to see me being successful and working and studying and with money and it was something that I was trying to do at the time - but I was dealing with so much (not to mention his rape and emotionally abusive behaviour) trying to adjust - it was so unfair to have put so much pressure on me and then hate me for not being able to quickly adhere to it.
I rmemeber writing list of things that he would complain to me about so that I could change myself- one of them was an 'inappropriate laugh' and he would count me out on that all of the time. The other was I wasnt aloud to talk about myself. Which was dumbfounding when he would ring me up and ask how my day was and I would answer and if I said more than a sentence or so or got into whatever my response was- he would want to hang up. And he would too. It was like what the? I would feel so torn. And then that thing where you cannot look into someone's eyes. Well he raped me quite a few times and the first time I met him- ( that is why I couldnt look into his eyes) it didnt mean I couldnt look other people's in eyes.
And yeah- Im getting out of perspective here. But my relationship prior to Rugs was 10 years ago. Where I got onto a plain after talking to this guy on a BDD forum. Something that I would never had done - only he was good at making me feel good and calm and even though I had never flown a plain before and was deep into my agoraphobia and social phobia- I went and did it- I challenged myself and did it. I got on that plane and over-pushed myself. I lost so much weight tho- I was so scared in meeting him and he kept asking what my measurements were. Which I thought was that he wanted to buy me a dress or something. So when I met him at that airport- I weighed 42kg which was quite skinny. But I had quite alot of confidence from that. But anyway, meeting him at a bog Sydney airport and being totally nervous with so many people and not knowing where I was and relying on him for comfort and guidance and when I met him in person and the look on his face was of disgust and disappointment. He did not embrace me. He even said that he cut the drive around the city short -- then he raped me that night, then in the morning he told me how disgusting I looked and if only I had put on some weight I would be okay. He decided to do holiday teaching whilst I was there so that he didn't have to take me anywhere because I wasn't worth it to him. He told me where the train station was. So I literally - holding back his negativity - bravely confronted so many fears and went and got lost in the city and on the train. I was even shaking.
He did take me places tho, but not without having to sit and have him tell me things he didn't like about me. And then I remember on the 2nd or 3rd day and he would tell me that I was the rudest person he had ever met because he drove me up to the Blue Mountains lookout and when he had talked to me, I giggled a little bit every now and then. But it was with him and it was just a friendly gesture that I was haivng a good time for once and was excited. But he sat me down when we came back and told me I was the rudest and most selfish person he knew because I was laughing at him. And that I needed to go home. And of course I was shocked and cried.
But somehow, silly I know- but I ended up staying more than I thought I would. The reason was that it was pulling me out of my agoraphobia and social phobia for once in my life and I didnt want to let go of that. And I suppose that was selfish. But he would act like he wanted me there and then he didnt.
And I guess he just wanted me to be moulded into someone he wanted.
And it wasnt happening.
Anyways. It ended pretty badly after a year and a bit. Of me being left at the doorstep of the airport and him accelerating away without a wave. God, actually I remember it being my bday when I was with him and he randomly seeing mum's card she sent me and him coming up and telling me that he didnt believe in bdays and that every day was one instead and walking away ( of course that was a different story on his bday). I began to see my life as nothing much over the course of being with him. At first, you just don't let it get to you- but then it creeps in and destroys you- the abuse. He would say things liek he was pursuing a woman that looked like the model version of me- and was going to ask her out- knowing it would trigger my bdd. He would just needle his way at me - I would be sitting in his car whilst he would go out and buy perfumes for the lead up to xmas for presents to send to these Russian girls he had visited before and was going to see again. Even though I was tech like his partner but without confirmation from him. And then when I would think about leaving, even when I left and went home- he came over to visit and stayed at my place and then asked me to come back with him. which I was silly enough to do. But that is how it ended with me at the airport after a few months back.
Anyways - Im over all this - it was in 2007. And it took me 9 years to really even get over it. As before that I was scared of men even as I had been raped by my boyfriend when I was 14 ( a time when I thought babies came out of your bum) - and my highschool days after that went seriously downhill with eating disorders and then severe social phobia and bdd..
Anyways after 2007, it was extrmemly hard and yet I got throught it. There was 6 months where I basically didnt talk to anyone at all, I slept all day and was up all nights and never saw the daylight. Then I did a forrest gump and forced myself to get up and stay up all day and ended up walking everyday all day, around the town to try and clear my head.
But I did end up binging on food as I was so malnourished from bulima and was dependent on duiretics at the time. I started eating and eating and eating to get up my nutrition and I got annoyed when I started putting on weight - so I walked everywhere to try and counteract that. Being skinny like a boy was a big safetly thing for me. It meant that I didnt have to feel certain things I think.
I still have things like that in me.
I was walking weverywhere and pushing myself and eating better and then putting on some weigh tand muscle. I mean - but I was obsessed with my body at the time as he had said that I was pale and sickly and needed to have some muscle on me. So I got into that. And my bdd for years was about that.
But it took going to my therapist for 9 years and pushing myself and blunting the blows by putting on heaps of weight up to 82 kg on my frame for many years and basically giving up my life and hanging out at home and doing things for my animals and folks rather than face my own despairs.
It wasnt unti 2 years ago that I felt ready to try again and I got the disabillity pension and they pushed me into working. Which then, where I met Rugs- pushed me into loosing weight and then I was more indepenedent etc.
Rugs has helped me learn that not all men are horrible and dictative. They can be vulnerable and not even scarey like I thought. They dont always have raging hormones. I mean, Rugs can go around and flop his downstairs exposed and make silly squeezing noises.. (which is kinda obscene and immature) but it makes me so much fearful than I ever was about men.
i guess that was part of the attraction, that he can be so low key- and that has lead me to believe that I am worthy of a relationship now and has started to take away all of the nasties that came from the past.
But its jsut hard because I do care about Rugs and I feel like at times that I can make everything better. And that it just all comes down to my attitude and my own self care stuff. And I think that partly that could work.
But then, I know that I will always want more and always feel disappointed with him and always cringe at certain things he does and certain things he doesnt do and also hinder and get frustrated with his insanity...
I mean - its terrible though, because I am aware that I am not being true to myself by being with him- yet I do care for him and do want him in my life- but I just dont know where he fits just now and things will just end up - or could end up really bad and I dont want that. And the fact that he just accepts things when I say I dont like certain things about him - it makes me broken hearted because I realise how low in self esteem he prob is - even under all the self ego and delusions of himself- you put him in society views and he crumbles I think and hence schizophrenic anger issues .
And it makes it so hard because I really really want to help him. I know that I can to some degree and have done already. I feel like I have dealt with and really actively learnt so much and still learning that I have things to give him. But the sad thing is that its a reality that his condition means that he can only do so much and that him just being how he is now may be a golden mile to what he perhaps has been in the past idk. And maybe I jsut cant see that.
But of course, staying home all of the time and getting depressed and no responsibilities and nowhere to go and no money... that's not good for him- unless it was positive to him I guess. I mean, when I was like that- I was never really depressed and maybe he isn't idk,but I had quite alot of passions - I was out on my parents property and when I wasn't in agoraphobia land - I was landscaping and making a garden and taking cuttings from walks and playing with my chickens and doing art and things like that. I was also reading so much about things I could do to get me in a life that would banish negative feelings and anxious feelings etc..
I just wish that he could see and Ive tried to encourage and show him that he can do anything that he wants - that anything is possible - that he can ehlp himself - that he can be in control of his life etc. Because I have learnt that in big ways myself. Its just that I dont want to be preachy to him and he is just very set and seems to be content in letting others kind of run his life. Its just so small and lacking and so immature. No kidding him and his sister are like 12-year-olds. And love delving in aggressive spite privately about others.
Which I guess is a thing with schizophrenia. I guess it makes me want to do it about them actually. It travels.
There are just so many values that I have adopted and done the hard yards to even realise them, and when I see that he and his sister are not even aware of these things - it just bugs me.
They are not even aware of their own patterns. There is nothing new that they do- they never leave their comfort zones and always in a cycle of spite, addiction, self-oppression etc..
I mean there is a responsibility we hold and most people don't recognise it. We cannot rely on others for it either. And I had to learn big time about it.
So it bugs me that Rugs and his sister are going around completely clueless of this responsibility and it makes me feel kinda repelled because I just dont want to have to stoop low and forget what I have learnt and at the same time not be preachy.
We have a a responsibility ( I know I should talk right lol) to make ourselves happy and thus make others happy. I wish that they could see that they are their own answer. They have the power to get out of thier unhappiness.
Im thinking as today - for once in sometime, Rugs is actually out and spending time with his friend in the city. Usually when I am ever home away from him I feel guilty because he is just there on his own and bored and wanting to get out. But he would before I had to acutally do a big assertive talk to him - come and interfere and hijack what ever I wanted to do at home. He can be so demanding for his time and that has been so hard for me. And I always feel so guilty when I know that he is at his place and wanting to get out and spend time with me (even thought he is always with me- but not always with me mindfully). At least today I dont have to worry about feeling guilty for wanting my own time to do things. I always feel like I am under pressure all of the time from him.
He would even beg sometimes in the near past to come with me whilst I take mum shopping ( which wasnt practical seeing I have a little car and not much room for shopping) but then he would get annoyed at my mum taking so long and demand that he deserved an ice coffee or something like that..
Values vs dysfuntional.