Unappreciated:Relatable
Projection, gas lighting, every possible defense mechanism you could think of from a man I thought would be different; a tale as old as time. I am sure I, and every other woman I know is probably sick of thinking, “this one is different” when they turn out to be more of the same thing. More of the same since you were a kid, a teenager, a college student, or approaching your thirties. I don’t ask for much, in fact I think of his feelings before I think of my own, in hopes that maybe, JUST maybe he will think of mine as often as I think about his… and in hoping this occurs, I assume the problems we are having will solve themselves. I’m in a relationship with someone whom couldn’t be more emotionally self-absorbed. My needs are not his needs, yet his have become mine… what have I become in this process? A shmuck… a complete schmuck who has lost sight of her individuality and her independence. I am trapped; I am stuck because AGAIN I believed a man loved me more than himself.
