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I feel this so much
If the depression doesn’t do that to you, the meds will.
BANG – right into my heart, my soul and my brains … 🙁
What about how the dude feels, right after slamming the door? Where does he go? Where is the point where being understanding crosses into being unfair on yourself? This disease really screws lives up.
This one is a double….. she’s has terrible self image and her BF is more wound up than piano wire
+1
This is precisely why I have steered clear of relationships for decades. What’s more unhealthy, isolating myself and living a relatively lonely but happy-ish life, or the two-fold fallout from being in a relationship with someone who doesn’t understand when I really need them to? Although I dream of a family, it’s better to opt for the devil I can control to some extent. Sadly, family will remain my greatest unattainable dream.
I think anything about are great who agrees?
Holy crap, this is precisely my life.
If she doesn’t want sex (for whatever reason at all) he has no right to demand it. Guys a potential rapist.
I don’t know about that — he walked away without touching her, he may have been an incredible asshole about it, but he did respect her physical boundary.
It’s really hard to be refused time after time, this situation doesn’t happen once normally. The mate must sustain his/her own sexual security as if he/she was perfect, just because the other one, that person he/she loves, is not, isn’t perfect.
Sometimes, too many times, this ends in two people having those thought of self destruction. No one to blame, this is just another unfair wound of mental illness.
Unfortunately I have been there. Thank goodness it was some time ago, but those feelings are still familiar
Arthur Marques
I know I’ve just given in before and said yes, and tried to fake it, even when I didn’t feel the energy to, because it had been too long in his or my eyes… I just tried to suck it up, but I hated it. :-/