I've never been addicted to anything in my life... well, not as far as I know. Not til I met Peter. And I don't like the idea of having an addiction to a person. I've never been needy in my life! And let's face it - it sounds creepy! It sounds like I'd stalk him til the day I die ... but it's not really like that.
Pete's going through a divorce. In fact, papers are meant to be signed this month. At first, I thought that's why I wanted to be with him - just to take his mind off it. It seemed he had alcohol that was doing a better job at that than I was.
All year we were on and off. When things were on - they were really on - it was a great relationship, but when things were off, my world would come crashing down. And who knew when it would be off ... for the entire year I lived not knowing where I would be the next day - at my parents house or at his house (an hour and a half away) ... and all it took was a bad day at work and he would come home and say "I want to be alone, go back to your parents" or whatever it was. There were other times that he would just ignore me for three days straight, while I stayed home looking for a job in his area, dying for him to come through the door, only for him to walk by me and not say a word. After pushing for what the problem is ... I landed back at home.
Not once, in the whole relationship, despite what my friends were begging me to see, did it occur to me that our love was toxic, bad or dangerous. I did try to kill myself - a life without him wasn't one I wanted to live. I did go to hospital - which I think is just a challenge, trying to prove your sanity... but never, not once, did I fall out of love from Peter.
My friends can list the hundred ways that he has shown that he not only doesn't love me, but he doesn't even care about me on a friendship level, but I just won't see it. I feel like if I concentrate on that, I will fall into a depression deeper than I've ever experienced and not get out. So I must focus on the positives ... which means, the minute he calls me, I go running straight back to him.
I want to give him my life, even now... I want to be with him more than anything and offer him what his ex wife never did - loyalty, love, compassion ... the chance at coming first. For once. CHILDREN! If that's what he wants... I don't care what I want, it doesn't come into it anymore. It's all about him and his happiness. And then I resent myself for forgetting about me - letting my needs go by the wayside so that his wants can be achieved as quickly as possible.
So why is it, that an intelligent person like me, that can see that there is a problem here, just can't leave? Why when I'm away from him do I feel like I'm about to snap in half? When we fight, my heart shatters? But when he asks to see me, I'm speeding down the highway, adrenalin pumping through me in full force ... and when I see him, I feel like I'm in a protected bubble where it's just him and me... Why haven't I felt that way about someone else before? Why can't I feel that way about someone else to just distract me for a while?
If I had one wish, it wouldn't be that we could be together, it would just simply be for his happiness. He doesn't do enough for himself. And while I do empathise and care ... I'm sick of this feeling, while I'm away from him, that I'm breaking in half.