I think a lot about the Roger thing ... and I shouldn't. This book is helping me to understand why that is. She talks about something called RSD or rejection sensitive dysphoria. I may or may not exactly have it. What I do know is the sense of loss I felt after the shift in his intentions left me with a deep desire to hold on even as my brain could clearly see that he quite intentionally offered nothing worth holding on to. This, the pages of this journal are a mess of my feelings and my trying to give meaning to my feelings so I'm totally an unreliable narrator. I learn something new about myself almost every day. I don't like the idea that I'm irrational but when it comes to feelings (love - whatever that is) I am and that awareness doesn't make me a better lover. My instinct to protect myself starts to battle with my desire to love and be loved and I subconsciously or unconsciously sabotage. I lose any sense of self that I might have had prior. I don't have a strongly held sense of self because I've always had some idea of what goes into the making of me so I'm willing to change my mind and behaviors though not so good at changing the behaviors I see. I don't often have anyone to talk to about the things that are important to me and so the loss was traumatic when he stopped coming over. I loved his visits to my porch so much I might have done anything to make them continue and though he expressed his willingness to accept anything... he never again offered his company in the way he had and nothing else had any real value to me.
Part of the reason I don't just erase all connection to him from everything I own is that I learned some time after being with him that he had video equipment in his living room. That was not my best moment. As a matter of fact if I am going to be ashamed of anything it is that. I was uncomfortable. I sensed something theatrical about his behavior and it made me more uncomfortable. I started talking about education because it was my safe place (facepalm) I hadn't been with anyone for years. I could only see good in him. That experience was enlightening but it was hard to extricate the feelings I had developed over so long when he lost interest. I came to the conclusion that he watches porn and maybe has an addiction. Another reason I don't delete is because I have a few well written phrases and pages in here that I'm really proud of. ... but I can write others as I write a new story, right? He's not evil; he's just the result of his life experiences. In my case, I have no desire to pretend anything. I've sought truth my whole life, even my own truths like, why am I this way? What is wrong with me? Will I ever be loved? Am I loveable? Am I capable of loving someone in the ways they need to be loved? I don't like these questions because they make me seem weak but I have them. I don't live in that pitiful energy though. Quite frankly, survival requires too much of me to do that. And as feelings are stupid and complex I am still drawn to the sight of him which makes my fight or flight kick in... and because my sense of humor doesn't quit I once thought that he and I needed a sign out sheet so that we could use the outdoors at different times. That way, he doesn't intrude on my meditation and send me into a fantasy land from which I have to drag myself like a toddler from the candy aisle. But other men exist, other tall men exist, other men with listening ears exist... men for whom I'm not a simple challenge... men for whom women are more than the owners of untried vaginas ...maybe? That may be harsh but it's what I suspect and still I don't hold onto bitterness but I am still hurt and trying to release that. I just hope to be smarter in the future and I'm trying not to shut down that part of me. But that moment was kind of perfect because I didn't have to change anything about my world he just walked into it regularly to talk to me and I LOVED it. He came to me. I'm still trying to fully let it go. It's time. To not respond to my texts is a statement. I wish he knew words. He only speaks to me in silences and I do resent that.... and then I work again to let that resentment and all that is connected to it go. I was made to love not hate so I won't hate him. I will fully release him and hope that my many regrets go too.
Was it all because of my mind's ability to go deep and hold on. I get stuck in a cycle of hurt from which I want to extract pleasure but cannot. Another unfinished project that must remain so. The problem is that it was going to be my greatest masterpiece.