Hello everyone!
There's a lot here, but I did try and keep it as brief as possible. I'd really really appreciate any insight!
When I was 23, I proposed to a girl that I didn't really enjoy being with, because she loved me and I was afraid that she was my only shot at marriage and family, that no one else would ever love me like that. We were married for a little less than two years, and have a daughter together.
I'm now almost 28, we've been separated/divorced for almost two years. I pay child support and visit my daughter regularly.
For over a year after we separated, I was dating all over the place, using Tinder mostly, sometimes going on three dates in a day. I slept with 8 or 9 different people in a year, and kissed many more. My whole life I've felt like my ultimate goal/desire is to find a real long term partner though. Anytime I'd meet someone that there was some actual relationship potential with, I would happily delete Tinder and commit.
In October of 2017 I met my current girlfriend. It was a match made in heaven. Similar interests, passions, amazing chemistry, all of it. Towards the beginning she did voice a concern that maybe I 'wasn't done' dating around, and when she said that a part of me went 'shit, what if she's right?' but I didn't worry about it because being with her was so perfectly amazing.
Two months in, on Christmas day, I invited my parents and brother to spend it with us, and I normally avoid seeing my mom because she's narcissistic and really messed me up emotionally growing up.
On that day I began to feel anxious and dissociated, like a distance grew between me and my girlfriend. Suddenly I was unsure about the relationship, it made no sense. After a couple days of this feeling, it suddenly landed on, of all things, her tattoos. Suddenly my experience was like "That's why I was feeling anxious, because I'm not okay with her tattoos!" Like my mind used the tattoos as an excuse for why I had begun to feel that way. But I had been with her for two months before that and never had a problem with them. I literally felt like everything was absolutely perfect except for the fact that she had these two small tattoos, and that those tattoos ruined everything. It was completely irrational and I felt very anxious.
Eventually the problem with the tattoos went away. I was fine with them again. But the dissociated feeling would come and go. There'd be a week where I felt blissful and perfect like in the first two months, followed by the anxiety and dissociation and something in me pushing her away emotionally.
By early March I felt strongly that I just needed to have experiences with other women, and that I can't commit to one person forever (she's strictly looking for long-term monogamous), and I broke up with her. We talked a LOT over the course of the next 24 hours, and I felt like I had a revelation that it wasn't that I needed to sleep with other women, but that I just needed to have more social connection and friends in my life. I basically have no friends, so I was putting the burden of all my social and emotional fulfillment on her, and naturally she couldn't fill all of that. So we were only broken up for 24 hours.
The next time I saw her in person, I was so overcome with a feeling of love and joy that I laughed uncontrollably for several minutes, just from unbridled, uncontainable joy. But over the next week there was still a part of me on edge..... did I break up with her because I actually didn't want to be with her? What if I actually do need to experience other women? What if I'm wasting her time and leading her on when I know that I'm going to have to end up breaking up with her again at some point?
Over the past month it's been back and forth for me, sometimes feeling grounded and stable and completely in love with her with no doubts or hesitations or desires for anything else... and then sometimes emotionally backing away and feeling anxious and afraid.
There was a good solid week there recently where everything felt perfect, and then she brought up some concerns she wanted to talk about, just about my behaviors in the past, and how they might predict future behaviors, and she also talked about her concern that maybe I don't actually want to be with her. And after that conversation I began to feel anxious again.
I'm so frustrated and confused about all of this within me, I don't understand why I can't just be like everyone else. I felt perfect with her, I had found my soul mate. I felt like with her by my side my life was complete, that she was my family and my world. And then suddenly something in me freaked out.
The reason I opened with a little bit of my history is because now when I try and combat this "commitment phobia" it's made even more confusing by the fact that I did that before already, but the last time I did it I was forcing myself to stay with someone I didn't really want. But my current girlfriend is a perfect match for me, she really is. I adore everything about her. She's nothing like my ex, she has everything I want that my ex didn't. And yet I'm finding myself in the same space emotionally, where I'll have to 'force' myself to stay out of fear of never finding that again.
Why didn't those amazing feelings just sustain?
Is it that I just don't want a serious relationship? Or do I just suffer from relationship anxiety? Fear of intimacy? Commitment phobia? What is it? What is my problem?
Thank you so much!
There's a lot here, but I did try and keep it as brief as possible. I'd really really appreciate any insight!
When I was 23, I proposed to a girl that I didn't really enjoy being with, because she loved me and I was afraid that she was my only shot at marriage and family, that no one else would ever love me like that. We were married for a little less than two years, and have a daughter together.
I'm now almost 28, we've been separated/divorced for almost two years. I pay child support and visit my daughter regularly.
For over a year after we separated, I was dating all over the place, using Tinder mostly, sometimes going on three dates in a day. I slept with 8 or 9 different people in a year, and kissed many more. My whole life I've felt like my ultimate goal/desire is to find a real long term partner though. Anytime I'd meet someone that there was some actual relationship potential with, I would happily delete Tinder and commit.
In October of 2017 I met my current girlfriend. It was a match made in heaven. Similar interests, passions, amazing chemistry, all of it. Towards the beginning she did voice a concern that maybe I 'wasn't done' dating around, and when she said that a part of me went 'shit, what if she's right?' but I didn't worry about it because being with her was so perfectly amazing.
Two months in, on Christmas day, I invited my parents and brother to spend it with us, and I normally avoid seeing my mom because she's narcissistic and really messed me up emotionally growing up.
On that day I began to feel anxious and dissociated, like a distance grew between me and my girlfriend. Suddenly I was unsure about the relationship, it made no sense. After a couple days of this feeling, it suddenly landed on, of all things, her tattoos. Suddenly my experience was like "That's why I was feeling anxious, because I'm not okay with her tattoos!" Like my mind used the tattoos as an excuse for why I had begun to feel that way. But I had been with her for two months before that and never had a problem with them. I literally felt like everything was absolutely perfect except for the fact that she had these two small tattoos, and that those tattoos ruined everything. It was completely irrational and I felt very anxious.
Eventually the problem with the tattoos went away. I was fine with them again. But the dissociated feeling would come and go. There'd be a week where I felt blissful and perfect like in the first two months, followed by the anxiety and dissociation and something in me pushing her away emotionally.
By early March I felt strongly that I just needed to have experiences with other women, and that I can't commit to one person forever (she's strictly looking for long-term monogamous), and I broke up with her. We talked a LOT over the course of the next 24 hours, and I felt like I had a revelation that it wasn't that I needed to sleep with other women, but that I just needed to have more social connection and friends in my life. I basically have no friends, so I was putting the burden of all my social and emotional fulfillment on her, and naturally she couldn't fill all of that. So we were only broken up for 24 hours.
The next time I saw her in person, I was so overcome with a feeling of love and joy that I laughed uncontrollably for several minutes, just from unbridled, uncontainable joy. But over the next week there was still a part of me on edge..... did I break up with her because I actually didn't want to be with her? What if I actually do need to experience other women? What if I'm wasting her time and leading her on when I know that I'm going to have to end up breaking up with her again at some point?
Over the past month it's been back and forth for me, sometimes feeling grounded and stable and completely in love with her with no doubts or hesitations or desires for anything else... and then sometimes emotionally backing away and feeling anxious and afraid.
There was a good solid week there recently where everything felt perfect, and then she brought up some concerns she wanted to talk about, just about my behaviors in the past, and how they might predict future behaviors, and she also talked about her concern that maybe I don't actually want to be with her. And after that conversation I began to feel anxious again.
I'm so frustrated and confused about all of this within me, I don't understand why I can't just be like everyone else. I felt perfect with her, I had found my soul mate. I felt like with her by my side my life was complete, that she was my family and my world. And then suddenly something in me freaked out.
The reason I opened with a little bit of my history is because now when I try and combat this "commitment phobia" it's made even more confusing by the fact that I did that before already, but the last time I did it I was forcing myself to stay with someone I didn't really want. But my current girlfriend is a perfect match for me, she really is. I adore everything about her. She's nothing like my ex, she has everything I want that my ex didn't. And yet I'm finding myself in the same space emotionally, where I'll have to 'force' myself to stay out of fear of never finding that again.
Why didn't those amazing feelings just sustain?
Is it that I just don't want a serious relationship? Or do I just suffer from relationship anxiety? Fear of intimacy? Commitment phobia? What is it? What is my problem?
Thank you so much!
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