So my boyfriend asked me for some time and space to reflect on where we're going. This is a reasonable request, could be the end, could be a new beginning, who knows, but these things happen, yeah?
The next day I'm sitting on my couch thinking about it and feeling like my heart is literally breaking and just crying and crying (as I have done when someone I've been seeing less than 2 weeks wants to break it off...my degree of emotional attachment to someone breaking up with me is completely inconsistent with my reaction to it) and feeling entirely worthless and rejected and terrified(?), and thinking "I want my mom" (odd because I seldom turn to her in times of crisis) and wondering why in the fuck I ALWAYS do this and I can't just be cool.
SO I start just thinking and not trying to stop anything and I realize that, in my heart, I'm still standing heel to toe in line to go home on that first fucking night in Straight, trying to grasp that I have to stay here, and I can't call my friends, and I can't even discuss this with my parents, and just crying and crying in complete fucking shock, and despair, and fear, and feeling betrayed by my parents. Yeah, it did hurt me. I did care what they thought, and it hurt a lot that they left me there and I just admitted this. I felt like they didn't love me. It hurt. And they were fucked-up to do a thing like that, it wasn't because i deserved it, I would NEVER do this to any kid of mine, no matter what they did. Never. It was their mistake...not mine.
Anyway, I stopped crying about the guy. That's still a hard thing, but I feel like a grown-up dealing with a romantic entanglement as opposed to a child seeking approval from a parent, for the first time in my life. I don't feel like a relationship ending is actually a reflection of my self worth.
I'm finally in counseling, and god, it's working already.
So, this was incredibly boring to most of you, I'm sure, but where else does one SAY things like this?