We have to stop meeting this way. I am putting a stop to it, against my addictive urges.
We are not going to meet tomorrow night.
I want to see you, but I can’t.
I never told you that I’m a sex and love addict in recovery, and that I have dissociative identity disorder. Previously, I told you that I have PTSD and a severe dissociative disorder. That was my way of downplaying my DID. I know I did this because DID is most definitely unsexy. It’s so not sexy that it’s unsexy.
I rationalized getting intimate with you too soon two summers ago because I liked you. I told myself it was okay because it wasn’t casual sex as casual sex is my bottom line behavior. But then we went our separate ways, and we’ve just had false starts since then.
Out of nowhere I hear from you the same day that I learn of a loss that I’m grappling with. I can’t trust myself to go out with you when I am feeling this way. I have to sit with this loss, feel it, and not try to numb it away by being with you.
I can see myself going to bed with you, and regretting it when I don’t hear from you for another 6 months.
I am no longer interested in playing out this script. I am throwing it away. I truly hope you have a good life.
It is a very hard thing to resist our methods of quick comfort. Good for you for sitting with your pain, and not attempting to distract. I loved this post. Happy New Year…you are off to a strong, self-loving start.
Yay, Beatriz! Love seeing you take care of yourself!
True and clear!
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