I’m feeling quite fed up today. With everything. But I’ll limit my rambling to the heart of the matter. That old chestnut “it’s not you, it’s me”.
Absolute bullshit nine times out of ten.
They say this to “avoid hurting your feelings” but it hurts far worse when you discover that they’ve found love right after they told you that they “aren’t open to a relationship right now”. This has happened so many times to me. Once the new girlfriend became the wife mere months after the guy dumped me. She looked alarmingly like me, but over a decade younger. That was rough.
But I’m not stupid. It’s obvious that I am the problem. I’m not worth wanting anything remotely like a relationship with. If someone could just say “I don’t want a relationship with you” it would hurt less, not more. If someone could tell me what’s wrong with me maybe I could fix it. But it’s probably just unfixable. I’m wrong. I’m not worthy.
So I’m not going to be surprised if my now ex is going to find the love of his life, like, yesterday. Because that’s how it seems to go again and again.
I’m not perfect but I don’t think I’m completely awful and unlovable. I’m not terrible looking. I’m not horribly out of shape. I try to be loving, affectionate, thoughtful. Yet. I’m just never deemed good enough for a relationship to become long term. I don’t think I can continue to try. It’s insane to think that this groundhog’s day story will change. Maybe I’m just not deserving of a loving partner. Sure doesn’t look like it.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel less like trash. Maybe lack of sleep is contributing to my hopeless outlook. The little bit of sleep I get is filled with weird nightmares. I woke up today feeling at the edge of endless weeping but I had to go to work so I just made coffee and pushed my feelings down enough to leave the house. But it’s just plain as day. I’m not the kind of woman any man will ever love or cherish. My own dad thought me utterly worthless. Looks like he was probably right. He was an actual fucking genius, so…
I guess I’ll just take up knitting and wait for my uterus to finish dying.