I keep fucking up this relationship. I don’t get it. I love this man. Am I sabotaging?
A few examples:
I am so, so, sooooo ashamed, but I get kinda resentful of the kids and the ex and the fact that they seem to hold the key to his happiness much of the time. He gets really bummed, and sometimes I don’t know how to deal. I think he wants to be alone when he more than likely wants a shoulder. I am a terrible shoulder because I get so sad when I see him sad.
I try so hard to be supportive, but I am selfish. I’ve never seriously dated a man who has kids–let alone one who aches for them because they live in a different country. I am so used to dealing with my own petty shit and feel guilty because my problems seem so small compared to his.
I am starting to become an emotional wreck.
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