I'm in my late 40s. I experienced physical abuse and emotional abuse as a child. The latter continued until I cut contact in my late 30s. I've had therapy and generally things are OK.
I read back over an old thread I wrote on here a couple of days ago and I honestly didn't even recognise myself as the person who wrote it things have changed so much!
As a result of the trauma, I have only ever had short lived, abusive relationships. Some have been genuinely abusive, some I now see that it was probably my trauma that elicited certain responses from others (not blaming myself per se, but I have a history of dating emotionally unavailable and cold men who couldn't give me what I desperately craved because I couldn't cope with it when they were different).
For the past 6 months, I've been in a relationship with a man I have known socially and in a friendly capacity for a few years. I always looked at him and felt he was exactly the sort of man I wanted to be with yet it never occurred to me that I could be.
Everything came to a bit of a head last year when a man I had been seeing for a couple of years became so ridiculous in his unkindness towards me that I couldn't be upset by him, only laugh. It was like a light bulb flicked on and everything from past just presented itself in complete clarity.
I'm none of the things I was told I am! And even the things that were objectively true weren't negative qualities, they were just not welcomed by people who were so plagued by their own insecurities that they were angered by me.
The man I am now in a relationship with is everything I could have wanted in a partner. Is he perfect? No. Would I want him to be? No. I love him but I know that if it were to end tomorrow, I'd be absolutely fine.
I have no doubts about him specifically.
And yet...
5 months is the point at which I have previously ended all my relationships. I'm past that and I'm now experiencing an overwhelming urge to end things with him. I can feel myself shutting off emotionally. Not in the way I interact with him but inside. I'm raking over ridiculously small things and using them to justify to myself why I need to end it.
By not doing so, I feel I'm just delaying the inevitable. I fully expected, and have spent my whole life accepting, that I would grow old alone and die alone. To be presented with the possibility that this doesn't have to happen feels stifling and suffocating. And I feel silly and foolish for even considering otherwise.
I read threads where people talk about being with partners for 10/20/30 years and I can't even imagine being in a relationship for 1 year.
He's a good and decent man. He's had 2 significant relationships of 10 and 20+ years and I feel I'm doing him a disservice because I don't have anything like the relationship skills and experience to bring to the table.
I'm a mess. But he doesn't know and he only sees the positives.