Firstly - thank you all for hanging in there with me as I hang by a thin thread.
How I have managed to survive 5 1/2 years is only by the Grace of God and this forum with its kind and wise people.
The last 12 months where he went from cool to regret to apologizing to expressing he still loves me and then going cool again has been so hard. Sure, this is what I wanted but I am not sure I can see it through. I am truly at my final breaking point but feel trapped because I do still love him.
turn your focus to you and why you keep choosing to repeat the same patterns over and over again.
I do understand why I keep repeating this pattern (and I hate that I repeat them but have not been able to stop) .....he reminds me a little of my father and I think deep down I felt that if he returns and loves me then my father was wrong all those years ago that I was unlovable. The other part is that with him was the only time in my life ever that I was truly happy, that I ever felt loved and felt joy. And while I am not a therapist I think I am afraid that without him I will never be any of that ever again, even though logically I know that one has nothing to do with the other. And my brain realizes that I should be happy and joyful regardless of who I am with or not, and that self love is the answer.....which is what my therapist is focusing on right now but it will take a while to get there.
Accept the pattern of words and no action so change your expectations; say yes if you want to but expect nothing other than being pleasantly surprised if he follows through. Do nothing and if he initiates contact again, be a bit matter of fact blunt that you’re not sure you can be bothered to agree to anything until/unless he can show you that he will actually follow through. Or decide to stop playing, pick up your ball, ignore him and go play with other people.
The first few years I despised the word 'time' .....and while true - time was the only thing to make this journey easier or more manageable at least...I hated seeing it.......now the word that I cannot wrap myself around is 'expectations'......and yes, I know I must stop having them...and Ursa did explain that hope and expectations are different....in my muddled head though ....if I let go of expectations I let go of hope and if I let go of hope what is left to get up out of bed for ?
I have always been goal oriented and I am sure it stems back to that the only time I was loved as a child was when you achieved goals. It makes me a great employee because you tell me what the goal is and I will work relentless until I get there. With life there is not necessarily a goal - because in the end we will all die, but life is more about being able to be in the moment and finding peace and happiness within. So then you think well, what brings me peace and happiness and whoops there is that goal of grabbing on what made you happy and whoops there are those silly expectations again.
For my own sanity I should stop playing ball and just take my ball and play elsewhere, but giving up seems wrong even if it is to save myself.
At this point friends and my D ask how many more years am I going to waste and how many more years will I cry over this man and if do not let go I will end up like my mother wasting the rest of my life.
Sorry for my rambling on and being such a mess currently....I know only I can change the pain by learning to not have expectations at all. Sounds like a great exploration topic for therapy next week.