“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”— (via itcuddles)
Now and again I do really miss her🍆
Your relationship should be your place of peace. It should be the place where all armor comes off, egos are humbled, and transparency reigns supreme.
A concept.
I now have nothing to live for.
It’s over. And now I have no one.
I have anxiety. Which my partner is aware of. And as others with anxiety who are also in a relationship will know, you sometimes get anxious and wonder if your anxiety is having a negative effect on your relationship. This sometimes results in me asking my partner if he “loves me” or “still loves me”. Now, I know he does, but my anxiety really wants me to believe that he doesn’t. So I need some reassurance.
Apparently me asking him this question “annoys him”. Apparently it’s a task to remind me he loves me.
If he had anxiety, or even if he just wanted reassurance that I loved him. I would tell him as many times as it took to make him feel better. And you know why? Because I love him. And I want him to feel that even if other things in his life aren’t going well that he never has to worry about how I feel about him.
Now I’m lying wide awake in the spare room filled with even more anxiety/depression wondering yet again if this is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
Sometimes I feel that my anxiety and the fact I’ve been in controlling and abusive relationships can confuse my perception on moments like these. But I feel that I’m right. It shouldn’t be hard/annoying to tell someone you love, that you love them. How ever many times.
I have anxiety. Which my partner is aware of. And as others with anxiety who are also in a relationship will know, you sometimes get anxious and wonder if your anxiety is having a negative effect on your relationship. This sometimes results in me asking my partner if he “loves me” or “still loves me”. Now, I know he does, but my anxiety really wants me to believe that he doesn’t. So I need some reassurance.
Apparently me asking him this question “annoys him”. Apparently it’s a task to remind me he loves me.
If he had anxiety, or even if he just wanted reassurance that I loved him. I would tell him as many times as it took to make him feel better. And you know why? Because I love him. And I want him to feel that even if other things in his life aren’t going well that he never has to worry about how I feel about him.
Now I’m lying wide awake in the spare room filled with even more anxiety/depression wondering yet again if this is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
I’m terrified of falling out of love.
Don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I just want to die.
Must be amazing being in a relationship where anxiety isn’t a factor.
my dad is drunk watching bob ross & nodding every few seconds going “interesting” and “that’s a good way of thinking about it bob”
update: my dad just sat up a little straighter and said “all RIGHT, some TREES”
