I suspect, based on what you said before you went, your expectations were a little too much. Much better to be chilled and just 'lets see what happens'. It'd still have been a great holiday
it want the vacation that did it. it was actually super chill and fun. BUT
long story short
Deep unaddressed childhood trauma results in a lifetime riser pattern of " anxious attachment"
plus insecurities exacerbated by sdhd.
the last ten months was great BUT i'd spiral snd crash and think the worst in between seeing him. it got increasingly difficult at some point in the couple months prior to the trip he realized how much i was hurting. in the past those guys were never worth it.
but this one cared. we took the trip and had fun but at a point i got triggered by his confidence and qualities that i jack. i let it make me moody but still we had a great time. even though ii i crashed and burned a couple times breaking down in pain.
he knew he had to delete us for i while and wants me to do the healing work so i can be happier and healthier. he said the looks in my face when i hurt were breaking his heart. i told him usually at this point i cut and run and forget he person. he said it would really hurts him if i do that.
in skyiebif everything we were having fun and passion even right before we got in the cab to the airport.
he put his head in my lap on the plane. and inthe uber home he had us go an hour out if the so we could drop me off first so i wouldn't have to see him walk away and then ride home alone he was so kind and caring till the last minute knowing i was about to be crushed.
he left the door open for us. he said it's ok to text a check in once in a while. he even said to jet him know he'll hook me up with plastic surgeon sister in mexico.
i dive into the healing work. but i'm still crying every day for 25 days and counting. i can't be angry cuz he's the first person in 60 years to take me aside and give a shit. he couldn't stand seeing me in pain. he is a gift. not seeing his smile walk through the door is the worst oart. he AlwYs greets me with a big smile and hug . ink kw the attachment was unhealthy but everything g was real the chemistry sex affection fun tge piety the smokes every moment together was so chill and awesome. I'm just damaged and that shit fucks ruins it everytime. this time the loss is so bad he's not like the others.
it's a wake up call. he said do this healing work for myself not him. but right now i just want to make sure i see him again. it might be six mi the or a year
the mobster in my head tells me " he's just glad to get rid of you"
even though the reality says the opposite.
i'm horrified and embarrassed sand shamed if my behavior . those moments of i security are a blight on what i wanted to be a perfect vacation. he deals with shit at home. and then he started feeling he had to walk on eggshells around me. that's so fucked up i can't forgive myself. we had a great time. everyday the pics prove that. and he's probably far less worried about than me. but only feel guilt and shame and loss and embarrassment.
this process is a bitch. i have to be able to figure myself so i can get the let go part. hanging on the pain is a way to stay connected to the familiar. letting go into the unknown is hard. it feels like i'll lose something g
the opposite is true. he wants me happy and healthy. if i get there then he'll be happy not sad. i've just never been there before so i don't know what it will look like.
when you live some one you want to see them happy. when i get threatened by him being happy with other people .. that's fucked up. i should be happy for him not selfish.
i complained he didn't give me enough time. when i reality he did everything g he could to make time for in spite of his overwhelming responsibilities and didn't have awareness to feel good about that instead i wa selfish. i also had boundary issues.
i always knew are feelings were i even. he told me he'd never lie and lead me on cuz that would be hurtful. and i appreciate that.
when you are abused neglected abandonrx and then ignored like nothing happened. you think it's your fault when you're kid and you carry it.
he's not the kne who did that. he was being a real friend. i let my shit fuck up a good thing.
how am i supsoe to live with that?