Breaking Up and Bdubs
So, I just broke up with my boyfriend of almost a year. It was basically mutual. I had no romantic feelings left for him (and he could tell). I didn't get those butterflies, or excited to see him, or feel all giddy. I pretty much saw him as a friend and it wasn't fair to him. However, he accepted my emet. I was so hesitant to break up with him just for that reason. I'm so afraid I won't find someone who accepts my emet and who gives me those butterflies and makes me feel on fire. And I don't want to be with someone who doesn't make me feel that way, so I will just be alone forever with 30 cats.
I'm fine being single now since I'm only 21, but I would rather not be forever.
How do you tell new guys you are seeing or dating that you have emet and when do you do it? I used to wait a long time, but I am pretty open about it now. I usually mention it casually early on and then as things progress I will really explain just how serious of a fear it is.
Oh and I had Bdubs for the first time today. My IBS was NOT happy. I managed to stay composed on the 45 minuet car ride home though. Pretty proud about that.
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving. We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins. We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers. We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything.”