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anitaParticipantI hope U’re still 👍, Miss L Dutchess 🙏
anitaParticipantHow R U, Omyk, 2 months & 16 days since U posted last?
anitaParticipantHow R U, Nichole, 10 days since U posted last (time flies, doesn’t it)?
anitaParticipantHello again, Em:
It reads like the 2 of you live together or that he spends a lot of time in your place, and while in the same place, he wants to be together with you all the time, and doesn’t respect your need for space, for alone-time.
You and him share the same friends, and you can’t talk to them because.. they like him too much and you don’t feel that they’ll listen to your perspective because they think of him as the nicest guy and they’re not aware of how he behaves privately with you?
What doesn’t go together with the above thoughts is that “most of the time he makes (you) feel like the luckiest girl in the world”-
Can’t be lucky if he does not allow you alone-time, keeps knocking on your closed door and taking possession of your personal property as leverage (is this even legal?)
In any case, it’s clear to me that you’re very much attached to him emotionally and maybe you describe some of his behaviors as not as bad as they really are.. because part of you wants to hold on to him and never let him go?
(thinking out loud 🤔)
🤔 Anita
anitaParticipantWho is this guy, Copilot? He’s brilliant 👏
And his name starts with the same letter as yours!
The word “derealization came to my mind when I read your second post- before I read Copilot’s input. It’s a symptom of anxiety. I remember feeling it. It did feel weird.. unreal.
What didn’t ocurr to me before I read Copilot’s input is that you’re grieving the loss of emotional certainty in regard to how love “should” feel.
It’s like how-love-should-feel has died. Not that your ability to love has died, by your ability to “love” that way: intensely, all the time, etc.
I am looking forward to reading your thought- feelings about all of this.
🤢 😨 🤬 😢 😕 ☺️ 😱 😡 (feeeelings, oh, oh, oh fèeèeeeeeelings)
Anita
anitaParticipantHey Confused (using the computer, so no emojis showing up)
Here is what Copilot has to say about your last two messages:
Confused is struggling with anxiety, emotional dependence, and distorted expectations about what love is “supposed” to feel like. He believes that if he doesn’t constantly miss his girlfriend, panic at the thought of losing her, or feel intense longing, then something must be wrong with the relationship — a belief he picked up from social media and friends. Because of this, he interprets normal emotional fluctuations as signs of doom.
He also admits he has relied on relationships to complete him, which makes him confused when he doesn’t feel constant intensity. His mind then jumps to catastrophic predictions (“we’ll be awkward,” “we’ll be bored,” “it will be bad”), which is classic anxiety — not truth.
The feeling that the relationship is “fake” or “not real” is also a common symptom of anxiety and emotional overwhelm, not a sign that the relationship is actually wrong. He cries because he’s scared, confused, and overwhelmed — not because he doesn’t care. His emotions are tangled, and he’s interpreting normal variations in closeness as signs of failure.
Answers to his questions:
1) “If I don’t miss her or panic about losing her, what remains?”-
What remains is the real relationship — the calm, steady part that isn’t fueled by fear. Love doesn’t have to feel like panic to be real. Panic is anxiety, not love.
2) “Why do I cry?”-
You cry because you’re overwhelmed and scared that your feelings don’t match what you think they “should” be. You’re grieving the loss of certainty, not the loss of love.
* What “grieving the loss of certainty” really means: When someone has always believed that love must feel a certain way — intense, dramatic, full of longing, fear, and emotional highs — that belief becomes a kind of emotional anchor. It gives them a sense of certainty: “If I panic when I think of losing her, that means I love her.” “If I miss her constantly, the relationship is real.” “If I feel intense emotions, everything is okay.”
These beliefs feel safe because they’re familiar. They create a predictable emotional world.
But when Confused suddenly doesn’t feel those intense emotions, he loses that sense of certainty. His old “rules” for what love should feel like no longer work. And that loss — the loss of the old emotional map — is painful. It’s like the ground under his feet shifted.
When certainty disappears, the mind reacts with fear, confusion, sadness, a sense of “something is wrong”, a feeling of being unanchored. This is why he cries.
He’s grieving the loss of the old emotional pattern — the one that told him: “Love = intensity, panic, longing.” Now that he’s not feeling those things, he feels lost.
In one sentence: He’s grieving the loss of the emotional certainty he used to rely on — the belief that love must feel intense and dramatic — and without that old framework, he feels scared and ungrounded.
3) “Why do I feel bad when she says she’ll visit?”-
Because anxiety jumps ahead and predicts disaster. Your mind is trying to protect you by imagining the worst, even though those predictions aren’t based on reality.
4) “Why does the relationship feel fake or imaginary sometimes?”-
This is a very common anxiety symptom called derealization — when fear and pressure make things feel unreal. It doesn’t mean the relationship is fake. It means you’re overwhelmed.
anitaParticipantB Back in a few hours
anitaParticipantBringing this thread of almost 5 years ago back 2 page 1 of list of topics for a later study
anitaParticipant12 days later, still need to return. Placing this thread back to page 1
anitaParticipantHi em 🙂
Welcome to the forums✨ I hope that clarity and comfort will soon replace the feeling lost!
As I read your post, I was waiting to read about what the guy you love so much and who loves you back (“I love him so much and I know he loves me”) has done, for you to think that you should break up with him (“I know if one of my friends came to me with this problem id be worried about them and tell them to break up”).
I was expecting to read about those “massive arguments” and the “so many incidents which alone are worthy of a breakup”.
Here’s what you shared: “If we fight and I say I need space he’s repeatedly followed me and knocked on my door until I let him in. He’s also done things like taken my phone/glasses and said I can’t have them back until I talk to him.”-
I would like to understand- first you fight, then you say you need space. What is the initial fight about (before you need space)?
And when he knocks on your door and takes your phone or glasses, does he do it in anger, or does he do it in a clingy kind of joking way?
🤔 Anita
anitaParticipant* Using your thread, Peter, as you suggested, as a springboard, thank you:
Strange, the love of a child for an abusive, cruel parent: I feel sorry for her for making me weak instead of strong. If only she made me strong, I could have helped her.
If only, she made me strong- I COULD HAVE REALLY HELPED HER.
It as if- and it is- that the only value I perceived myself to have was- is- to be able to help her.
Really, there was no other value I could perceive, but that one: to help her, to save her.
She was hurting and my only purpose, only excuse, or reason for living was to save her.
THE life mission of mine: to save my constantly dying mother.
My psyche was empty of me. All there was- was her.
Oh, how MUCH I loved her- love her, so VERY much.
A love she never acknowledged (did she? Still wishing) Never noticed.
So, there I was alone with so much love in my heart and no one to notice, no one to acknowledge- like your deepest essence is overlooked.
I realized this some time ago: all this lifetime I wanted so desperately to help her (to make her rich, to make her happy), but she already helped herself to me before I could help her in better ways than she had in mind:
She told me: “You’re a BIG ZERO… the only thing I like about you is that you look at the floor when I hit you, and here are ALL THE WAYS you DON’T measure up, all the ways you’re a disappointment (hours-long details of all the ways I was a MASSIVE disappointment, drilling shame deep into my bones…
“Who do you think you are? A Nothing. A Nobody (detail)”
She told me of all the ways I was a Nothing. A Nobody.
She had a passion for that. I remember how much better and better she felt the deeper and longer she shamed me. I remember the smile getting bigger, and dark eyes getting darker.
Yes, I remember. My shame, my misery- was her pleasure. Her Revenge.
And I heard it all, had no choice. Through it all, prayed (I looked up to the stars at night, praying to keep her alive, to make her happy. All while she used me that way the only she knew how).
I loved her for so long, and it’s so unbelievable yet real, that the person you’ve loved so much for so long- already helped herself to you- before I could educate her that I could help her better, much better- if she let me be, if she had let me be more than a zero.
anitaParticipantI would like to explore why I spontaneously clicked on an angry face 🤬 emoji right above:
Because I don’t like the idea of being THAT emotionally dependent on another person.
It triggered how I hated feeling terrified 😨 of losing my mother.
My life was put on hold for over half a century because of this fear.
No one deserves to have such power over another (adult) person.
🤢 Anita
anitaParticipantOh, and you shouldn’t feel terrified of losing her, if I may say so:
* You’re not practically dependent on her (you work and you pay for your needs- food, shelter, etc.)
* Regardless of how much of a gem she is, you should not be T.E.R.R.I.F.I.E.D of losing her.
You are not her dependent baby; she is not your mother without whom you would die.
So, no, you shouldn’t be terrified of losing her 👎
😡 Anita
anitaParticipant3) I wanted to save her, to help her, to make it up to her for all that she has suffered; that would take a strong, assertive, confident person
to do that, a person to initiate action.And she praised me for being weak, submissive (telling me that the only thing she liked about me was that I looked down at the floor and said nothing when she hit me)
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anitaParticipantWhere are my emojis 🤔🌙🦉, here they are 👍
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