blissful
#19 ♡
- Aug 17, 2023
- 13
It's been so many years and things were starting to finally get better being done with a treatment soon for a medical thing I was born with that's made life so hard and expensive (not going to go into specifics since treatment is expensive and I don't want to be identifiable)
I had improved myself a lot and been with my partner for about 8 months (in total since our break was short and due to me just not being great, almost 2 years like a month or so away) who is really the only person that I think I have ever felt actual love for (at least i can't think of my previous relationship ever being comparable but it was years ago)
There finally was a job opening that I could apply for that paid pretty okay but nothing amazing but it was at least a source of income.
I get to go on vacation for the first time this year only to have everything fall apart, the job offer closed, family treated me like shit for the first day we got there and then the 2nd day there I get broken up with.
The worst part for me is my relationship since it's really hard for me to fall in love with somebody and I have been in love with them for almost 4 years. Before it was because I wouldn't do enough or I had X flaw and I agreed and I worked on myself and got a lot better and it made me so happy to see progress, then around 2 months later they're more comfortable with me again (they don't like when I get unstable or at least didn't because they had been going through a lot) and we slowly phase back into being together. They've introduced me to so many things a lot of my interests (not all of course) were either ones we shared or ones they showed me, same with music, kinks, animals we like, things we do, etc. Then things keep getting better and we're showing each other cool stuff about where we live and everything we will do together and I spend all day packing and talk to them before i go to sleep and I mention how exhausted I am from packing for everybody (family was busy so I did all the packing for the most part) and they comfort me and say how they love me and then 2 days later breaks up with me. It's because they can't deal with distance since were unable to see each other, we both don't really like online dating but we kind of made an exception because we loved each other so much, but we made it clear we wanted to meet as soon as we could (different countries) I have done some research since and at every single fucking point there has to be something that goes wrong. Passport for country I have roots in, oh turns out they changed the law last year and would have to spend over ten thousand dollars to get it and it would take over a year. Coming from current country, no special privileges. We both agreed we would have to live at least nearby but I feel like there's no point trying anymore.
I feel like even if I get everything to work out I'll just be replaced and they'll find somebody new (when we took a break it was 2 months or so and they at some point had started to feel something about somebody else but never anything too serious) and because it's so hard for me and I acknowledge that I'm weird and stupid and don't fit in with most people, finding somebody else that I would like enough to date or whatever would be so fucking hard. And it's made even worse that I would just tell my parents about this because I'm lucky enough to have a family where money isn't an issue but I don't get any of the benefits from it. All of the fun and care is spent on my sibling and almost never on me, medical stuff I cost a good amount but even when I was a kid I would want a different pair of shoes for when it rains and they would say no meanwhile my sibling had like 5 pairs of shoes vs my 1. I've grown to accept to just not ask for anything but even if I did ask for anything how do I tell them that I'm in love with somebody I've never met and I will probably lose out on them forever if I don't find some way to move in with them. It's not like I don't want to move in with them I do I always have once I started to learn more about them and see more about them, it's just the fact I medically can't until my treatment is done (about 6 months) and I don't even have a passport even though I keep asking if I can apply.
It doesn't help that I have no friends in person (I'm aware when people say "I have no friends" they have friends but I genuinely don't now that I'm not in school) I took a gap year since I was doing really really bad mentally and was still in the middle of treatment (I can't really move with how travel demanding it is) I could maybe go when I'm done but I'm starting to just lose all hope. I might try to tell my parents about them and just see if there's anything we can do but it's so soul crushing to have things start to get better and finally be happy about your future to have everything ripped from you and be forced to just watch everything fall apart around you. I don't even know what's going to happen with my treatment because I'm meant to not be stressed during it yet for the past few days I have been crying and bawling my eyes out for fucking hours. They don't mind that I cry to them because they struggle with empathy but it still makes me feel so awful I feel like I'm just grabbing onto them and dragging them down with me.
I get therapy and it doesn't do anything my therapist doesn't even know that I self harm because I just punch myself it's not like I cut to where they could tell. If it gets to the point where I give up it's not like I can do that anyway because they installed nets to stop jumpers and I don't think there's any other option where I am.
I don't know if I have even talked about the title but it feels like my life has a cap on it, I don't believe in any supernatural whatever stuff but it's as if I've been cursed and if my life gets too good then it snaps down to being horrible again. As if too many good things were happening recently that caused things to just crash. And it's not like I can do anything about it this time, I can't move in with them and I can't move near them and by the time that I can I'll be replaced. I'm sitting here forced to watch everything I've ever enjoyed or been excited about be torn apart and have nothing I can do about it at all. I look back at when I was feeling like shit because of when we took a break before and I genuinely reminisce over those times, how I fucking wish I had something to do this time even if I was broken up with 10 times and given something to improve on for even a sliver of a chance with them again I would. I know that I'll never lose interest in them and we both acknowledged it. I'm scared that this is the end, even if they said they don't want to be together for another year but they'll wait for me to move in I would be so happy, it of course would hurt going a year without being with them but I'm okay with that.
I feel so selfish for wanting them reserved just for me but they were so happy, they genuinely loved me and said how they stayed through so much (distance) and pushed through more than they had for anybody before, and likely ever will. And all I want is more, I can't just be normal and accept that I lost them and there's nothing I can do to get them back. It hurts so much though it's like I was genetically modified to be born in the place, born in the wrong way, and with the wrong traits. Everything about this is so annoying, I was gifted to be born into a family where even in times like this we're perfectly fine financially but I have yet to see a single fucking benefit from it ever and the fact I even expect some benefit makes me feel selfish I just hate how every time I've gotten lucky its always lucky* with a fucking catch at the end as if I'm lucky but only lucky for a few months and then this thing will go away or I'm lucky in practice but no real benefit from it.
I can't even talk to people about this because I hate talking to them about this because I just want them to be happy and enjoy the remainder of their break. And the few friends I have are either younger than me or so busy that I can never talk to them. I never ever want to vent to someone younger than me I know it's fine to do but I feel like I should be the responsible person and not put stuff on them. At every single fucking point I feel so selfish about everything even though I know I shouldn't. This breakup is not my fault and yet I'm the one who feels awful about it, they of course do too but they're a lot healthier than I am. It feels like there's no chance for me to come back and get better and no chance for me to ever give up.
I don't even know if anything I've typed makes any sense and I'll probably delete it anyway because I know my internal ramblings are annoying and selfish but I don't know, I just hope that somebody sees this and has some sort of advice to give. I really don't want to give up I've always wanted to get better but there's nothing I can do at this point. If all of this comes across as just bitching and moaning and like teenager drama whatever, please say it to me in a nice way I don't tell anybody anything really so I genuinely don't know how delusional or realistic I am but I don't mean to be stupid.
I had improved myself a lot and been with my partner for about 8 months (in total since our break was short and due to me just not being great, almost 2 years like a month or so away) who is really the only person that I think I have ever felt actual love for (at least i can't think of my previous relationship ever being comparable but it was years ago)
There finally was a job opening that I could apply for that paid pretty okay but nothing amazing but it was at least a source of income.
I get to go on vacation for the first time this year only to have everything fall apart, the job offer closed, family treated me like shit for the first day we got there and then the 2nd day there I get broken up with.
The worst part for me is my relationship since it's really hard for me to fall in love with somebody and I have been in love with them for almost 4 years. Before it was because I wouldn't do enough or I had X flaw and I agreed and I worked on myself and got a lot better and it made me so happy to see progress, then around 2 months later they're more comfortable with me again (they don't like when I get unstable or at least didn't because they had been going through a lot) and we slowly phase back into being together. They've introduced me to so many things a lot of my interests (not all of course) were either ones we shared or ones they showed me, same with music, kinks, animals we like, things we do, etc. Then things keep getting better and we're showing each other cool stuff about where we live and everything we will do together and I spend all day packing and talk to them before i go to sleep and I mention how exhausted I am from packing for everybody (family was busy so I did all the packing for the most part) and they comfort me and say how they love me and then 2 days later breaks up with me. It's because they can't deal with distance since were unable to see each other, we both don't really like online dating but we kind of made an exception because we loved each other so much, but we made it clear we wanted to meet as soon as we could (different countries) I have done some research since and at every single fucking point there has to be something that goes wrong. Passport for country I have roots in, oh turns out they changed the law last year and would have to spend over ten thousand dollars to get it and it would take over a year. Coming from current country, no special privileges. We both agreed we would have to live at least nearby but I feel like there's no point trying anymore.
I feel like even if I get everything to work out I'll just be replaced and they'll find somebody new (when we took a break it was 2 months or so and they at some point had started to feel something about somebody else but never anything too serious) and because it's so hard for me and I acknowledge that I'm weird and stupid and don't fit in with most people, finding somebody else that I would like enough to date or whatever would be so fucking hard. And it's made even worse that I would just tell my parents about this because I'm lucky enough to have a family where money isn't an issue but I don't get any of the benefits from it. All of the fun and care is spent on my sibling and almost never on me, medical stuff I cost a good amount but even when I was a kid I would want a different pair of shoes for when it rains and they would say no meanwhile my sibling had like 5 pairs of shoes vs my 1. I've grown to accept to just not ask for anything but even if I did ask for anything how do I tell them that I'm in love with somebody I've never met and I will probably lose out on them forever if I don't find some way to move in with them. It's not like I don't want to move in with them I do I always have once I started to learn more about them and see more about them, it's just the fact I medically can't until my treatment is done (about 6 months) and I don't even have a passport even though I keep asking if I can apply.
It doesn't help that I have no friends in person (I'm aware when people say "I have no friends" they have friends but I genuinely don't now that I'm not in school) I took a gap year since I was doing really really bad mentally and was still in the middle of treatment (I can't really move with how travel demanding it is) I could maybe go when I'm done but I'm starting to just lose all hope. I might try to tell my parents about them and just see if there's anything we can do but it's so soul crushing to have things start to get better and finally be happy about your future to have everything ripped from you and be forced to just watch everything fall apart around you. I don't even know what's going to happen with my treatment because I'm meant to not be stressed during it yet for the past few days I have been crying and bawling my eyes out for fucking hours. They don't mind that I cry to them because they struggle with empathy but it still makes me feel so awful I feel like I'm just grabbing onto them and dragging them down with me.
I get therapy and it doesn't do anything my therapist doesn't even know that I self harm because I just punch myself it's not like I cut to where they could tell. If it gets to the point where I give up it's not like I can do that anyway because they installed nets to stop jumpers and I don't think there's any other option where I am.
I don't know if I have even talked about the title but it feels like my life has a cap on it, I don't believe in any supernatural whatever stuff but it's as if I've been cursed and if my life gets too good then it snaps down to being horrible again. As if too many good things were happening recently that caused things to just crash. And it's not like I can do anything about it this time, I can't move in with them and I can't move near them and by the time that I can I'll be replaced. I'm sitting here forced to watch everything I've ever enjoyed or been excited about be torn apart and have nothing I can do about it at all. I look back at when I was feeling like shit because of when we took a break before and I genuinely reminisce over those times, how I fucking wish I had something to do this time even if I was broken up with 10 times and given something to improve on for even a sliver of a chance with them again I would. I know that I'll never lose interest in them and we both acknowledged it. I'm scared that this is the end, even if they said they don't want to be together for another year but they'll wait for me to move in I would be so happy, it of course would hurt going a year without being with them but I'm okay with that.
I feel so selfish for wanting them reserved just for me but they were so happy, they genuinely loved me and said how they stayed through so much (distance) and pushed through more than they had for anybody before, and likely ever will. And all I want is more, I can't just be normal and accept that I lost them and there's nothing I can do to get them back. It hurts so much though it's like I was genetically modified to be born in the place, born in the wrong way, and with the wrong traits. Everything about this is so annoying, I was gifted to be born into a family where even in times like this we're perfectly fine financially but I have yet to see a single fucking benefit from it ever and the fact I even expect some benefit makes me feel selfish I just hate how every time I've gotten lucky its always lucky* with a fucking catch at the end as if I'm lucky but only lucky for a few months and then this thing will go away or I'm lucky in practice but no real benefit from it.
I can't even talk to people about this because I hate talking to them about this because I just want them to be happy and enjoy the remainder of their break. And the few friends I have are either younger than me or so busy that I can never talk to them. I never ever want to vent to someone younger than me I know it's fine to do but I feel like I should be the responsible person and not put stuff on them. At every single fucking point I feel so selfish about everything even though I know I shouldn't. This breakup is not my fault and yet I'm the one who feels awful about it, they of course do too but they're a lot healthier than I am. It feels like there's no chance for me to come back and get better and no chance for me to ever give up.
I don't even know if anything I've typed makes any sense and I'll probably delete it anyway because I know my internal ramblings are annoying and selfish but I don't know, I just hope that somebody sees this and has some sort of advice to give. I really don't want to give up I've always wanted to get better but there's nothing I can do at this point. If all of this comes across as just bitching and moaning and like teenager drama whatever, please say it to me in a nice way I don't tell anybody anything really so I genuinely don't know how delusional or realistic I am but I don't mean to be stupid.