It first happened when I was somewhere between 4 and 5. It happened again at 15. Again at 17. Again at 20. Again at 25. My dad left when I was 8. The first call I got from him after he ran out was from a private number. Anytime someone tries to show me they love me, I pull away. I can’t accept love that is given to me freely. I’m addicted to working for it. When love comes and I didn’t do anything to earn it, I reject it.
If a friend told me this, I would tell them that love isn’t something that can be earned. That the best kind of love is the kind you don’t have to ask for. So why can’t I put that in to practice?
I’m so overwhelmed with not being good enough and no one measuring up to the unspoken expectations I’ve created for them. Maybe I’m a terrible person. I feel like a freak. I feel broken. I feel unloveable. I feel abused and taken advantage of. I don’t blame them; there are people that would say that I used and discarded them also I’m sure. It only adds to the stress. Not being able to feel the way I do because I don’t feel like I deserve to be sad because I’ve made others dad. It doesn’t matter that I feel unlovable because I’ve made others feel unloveable.