This is something I have been pondering on myself for a while now.
To be loved in my mind equals to be secure in your relationship. To know that your partner has got your back, that he treats you with respect, that you can make mistakes and nothing bad will happen, that you can just be yourself and still smile and have an easy heart.
Now, I was married for 23 years, I got married very young. To a guy I thought was all that, I didn’t want to admit for years I got it wrong and ploughed through years of emotional and financial abuse from him. I genuinely don’t think he ever loved me for who I am, and as I grew older and changed, he absolutely hated and despised me.
I then got into a relationship with an addict who never loved me, but loved the attention, the respect, the love I gave. I was with him for 3 years.
It all came to a head for me when in therapy I said I am expecting my DD to not want to have anything to do with me when she’s grown up, because everybody I ever loved didn’t last.
Then I went back to basics, my relationship with my parents, which frankly was abysmal.
I am still working my way through this treacle. It’s still not clear, in my head, whether I chose men to replicate my father or I just turned the relationships into what used to be familiar to me, whether it was just bad luck...🤷🏻♀️
I thought I had a pretty clear idea what my father was like, a seriously abusive man. I thought I knew what to avoid. I also became aware that healing has to come from within, so it was never like I expected the two men I had relationships with to ‘make me whole’, or rescue me. Or was it that I have been so hurt before, that I swore never to depend on a man again ( or anybody, really) emotionally or financially.
It’s a bloody mess, I’ll spend some time untangling this.
I don’t want somebody to sweep me off my feet, jeez, I’m a middle aged single mum with a terrifying (for most people) job. I’d like somebody who hasn’t had this kind of trauma in their childhood and have solid secure attachment traits, enough to give me the space, understanding and hugs to be able to heal myself. I don’t want a therapist for a partner, I need to do the work myself, but it would be nice if I had the security, that I don’t have to worry about them as well.
What I am saying is: is our ‘inability’ to love really an inability, or is it an effect of previous trauma? Do we actually see the walls we have built around us? Do we even have these walls?