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  • #447110
    J.
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    Very well seen, about the space, and feeling safer there, because I don’t have to be vulnerable then. I must say have a tendency for limerence too – I do believe it is connected.

    #447121
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Emma:

    After sending you my last message, I was driving to the farm when something struck me. You mentioned that Philip could be judgmental—and that it was something you didn’t like. But as I thought more about it, I wondered: if you grew up with a judgmental parent, then a partner with similar traits might hold a strange kind of emotional pull.

    Not because it feels good—but because it holds a deep hope, something like: maybe this time, I’ll be the exception. Maybe this person will finally give me the full acceptance I longed for growing up. It becomes a quiet wish to rewrite the old story—by winning over someone who reminds you of the one you couldn’t reach. It’s like trying to heal an old wound in a new way.

    And often, when someone is already kind and accepting from the start… they don’t spark that same emotional charge. Because there’s no struggle. No uphill climb to earn love.

    That thought came to me before I even read your latest messages, where you wrote: “He reminded me of my father and brother: my father being bossy and forceful at times, telling me I should not be so dreamy/absent minded … I do think I could see through his shell, and saw his softness on the inside… They say you look for someone who is like your father (as a girl).”-

    He reminded you of your father—bossy, judgmental—and that might have been part of the appeal. Maybe what drew you to him was the chance to finally reach the softness you never got from your father. A second chance at something unfinished.

    About why I said I don’t think he was compatible with you—it’s because he talked too much about himself, didn’t ask you questions about you, and was judgmental toward your innocent, lovely ways of being. The dynamic I mentioned above—trying to rewrite a parental story within a romantic relationship—doesn’t build compatibility. It tends to create intensity, emotional upheaval, and often, disappointment.

    I just read the last sentence in your third post: “I must say have a tendency for limerence too – I do believe it is connected.”- yes, I believe it is connected. Limerence often involves intense infatuation with someone who feels emotionally just out of reach—someone who may be inconsistent, distant, in ways that create emotional hunger and longing. That dynamic can feel magnetic for someone whose parental and other early experiences of love were shaped by conditional approval, criticism, or the need to “earn” warmth from a parent.

    So if your father was bossy and judgmental—it’s very possible that a person like Philip, who mirrored some of those same traits, lit up something familiar and unfinished in your emotional world. The hope, often unconscious, is: maybe I can finally win over this version of my father. That “winning over” becomes the emotional thrill of limerence.

    In other words: the more emotionally unavailable or critical the person is, the more it triggers the old script—the quest for love, validation, and proof of worth. It’s not just attraction, it’s an emotional reenactment. And limerence, with all its highs and lows, can feel intoxicating because it mimics that unpredictable search for acceptance she may have experienced growing up.

    Does all this sound true to you?

    Your work at the bookstore sounds like such a perfect fit for you, and your dressing up for Renaissance Fairs and eccentric clothing —sound absolutely lovely.

    As for my day, I did a lot of mowing out on the big farm and spent some time cutting back blackberries. Unfortunately, while doing that, a stinging nettle brushed against my hand… and now it itches, burns, and tingles 😞

    Anita

    #447122
    anita
    Participant

    And about your sister, it makes me sad how much your mother had hurt you when she told you that you are not as pretty as her. That hurt lingers in you, and that too makes me sad.

    Anita

    #447133
    J.
    Participant

    Yes, that could very well be true, Anita, about Philip and how he looks like my father, also bossy and judgmental. Unfortunately, I feel like men who are not as outspoken, are too…’weak’ now, because I am so used to this image I have, of how a man should be. SAnd also, I am kind of intense and can be judgmental too…look like my parents in that regard. Yes the loving in the distance, when the danger has passed..I think that’s true. That, and maybe that I now compare him to othern men I have met, who did not come close to him. But it’s true I am forgetting the difficult moments with him. I just wonder how to get past this regret, it’s been three months since I met him, and even thought the memories are starting to fade a little (which hurts…I can remember his face less clearly now…) I seem like I don’t want to lose it. Like it’s feels it was not supposed to end this way. I need to let go of hope. I wonder if I should start meeting new men, or maybe take the time to grieve this loss. This has been a lesson to really give things a chance, even though it’s scary. It was so interetsing how Philip himself told me how he himself also had to learn to give things a chance, and not break things off because of a seemingly small point. Yes, good to hear your opinion on the compatibility. I can image this may have been intense and also difficult – it really felt like I was hiding part of myself like with my family. And yes, gaining his love did feel like a challenge I wanted to take on…sounds weird to say though…but I really liked his intense nature, I always liked those types. But maybe he needed more sassiness – if it’s true he would fall for a type like his mum. I have wondered – if it might be true that men who had to hide their emotions, may like to combine emotions with pain? Or create distance with their partner – I have seen this in two guys in my life – who grew up in harsh circumstances and longed for sweetness.

    Thank you, I really do enjoy the worsplace and the atmosphere of Renaissance fairs!

    Oh ouch, is your hand getting better now? That hurts! Sounds nice mowing grass…especially when you have that cut grass smell surrounding you!

    – Emma

    #447134
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Emma:

    My hand is all better now—good as new. The stinging lasted a few hours and then disappeared completely. But it made me think about how some wounds don’t heal that easily.

    When a nettle touches the skin, it leaves behind tiny hollow needles that pierce the surface and release a chemical mix. It causes a sharp, itchy, burning sensation, almost like a temporary neural injury.

    Emotional wounds—especially the ones we carry from childhood—aren’t like that. When someone is deeply hurt early in life by judgment, neglect, or criticism, the pain doesn’t just disappear. It lives in the nervous system, in the expectations we place on others, and in how we love. And we can’t become “good as new.” Not quite.

    But we can find healing. For me, expressing those childhood wounds through journaling made a real difference. Writing—slowly, over time—helped release decades of hurt I had pushed down. The pain isn’t gone completely, but the intensity is no longer what it was. The old hurt doesn’t leap into the present anymore, doesn’t hijack my interactions or confuse my relationships. Everything feels simpler now. Clearer. Easier to meet life as it is.

    That kind of expression can be overwhelming, though. Sometimes it’s too much to hold alone, which is why therapy—or the right person to listen—can help. And even then, it’s not about pouring it all out at once. It’s about letting just a little of it come to the surface at a time, and honoring what comes.

    If you ever feel like sharing more of your story on your thread, I’ll be there to read with care. Only if you feel safe doing so, of course. And only in the rhythm that feels right to you.

    You wrote: “I need to let go of hope. I wonder if I should start meeting new men, or maybe take the time to grieve this loss.”-

    Meeting new men before grieving may lead to recreating the same pain in a new form. The story recycles itself—not because we want it to, but because the original wound hasn’t been given enough breath, enough space, to find peace. Grieving doesn’t have to be loud or dramatic. It can just be letting a little bit out at a time. Even that can be a kind of healing.

    You wrote: “It really felt like I was hiding part of myself like with my family… I really liked his intense nature, I always liked those types.”- That made me wonder—maybe it’s your own intensity that’s been hidden or pushed down for so long, and that’s part of why his intensity felt so magnetic. It’s not just that you admired it in him—it might be that his boldness reminded you of a part of yourself that’s still waiting for permission to be seen, heard, and expressed.

    Maybe what you were drawn to most was the reflection of something powerful and alive in you.

    I want to close this post with saying how much I admire your ability to look inward with such honesty. The way you reflect, question, and stay open to understanding yourself more deeply—it’s a rare and beautiful quality. You’re not just moving through this experience… you’re learning from it, shaping it into meaning, even through the pain. That kind of self-awareness is what makes healing possible.

    I hope you keep being gentle with yourself through it all. And I hope you know—you don’t have to rush the process. You’re already doing the work, step by step, in exactly your own way.

    With warmth and care, Anita

    #447136
    J.
    Participant

    Ooh, good to hear your hand is better now. But it sounds like you have been through a lot too, in your life, Anita! If you’d like to share, I’d like to be there for you too! Feel free to share if you want too! 🙂

    It seems to be hitting me only now, the things with Philip… . I’m thinking it is a mix of everything we talked about, and also that i have taken away my own chances.
    Yes, you’re right…it takes time to heal. I will share with you some stories of my childhood, these are interesting back stories. I am a bit scared (my friend told me, and my uncle) my parents might have some narcissistic traits. I will tell you more tomorrow!

    Emma

    #447139
    anita
    Participant

    Tell me more tomorrow, and I will tell you more as well.🩵

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