I haven't been happy yet, really. And I believe that's my doing.
I look at this argument today. I'm right that I deserve to express my joy and have it shared, not minimised. I'm right that I should be allowed to do things my way and have them work or go wrong and deal with that either way. I'm right that I should be in a home that it's okay to share my ideas and to be encouraged not crushed.
But am I right that he crushed my idea? Am I right that he minimised me? Am I right that his response should've made me feel small?
Or actually, is my brain broken? Am I misfiring, miswired, misreading. Am I making an error in how I've read it, am I experiencing attack when the intention was curiosity?
I don't know. I need therapy, I need help finding my way. I really don't know if it's me or the world. But I believe that it's me. I believe that how I experience the world is why I'm unhappy. I'm so desperate to be understood but my processing is so wrong that I really can't be.
I was so much happier when I was controlled and contained. I knew my role and the expectations. And I could've probably done the work there to resolve the incompatibilities but I didn't. I moved on. I moved into deeper unhappiness. I thought I was moving into hope and joy and future but there's nothing hopeful, joyful or future focused about this relationship or this life. It's been 3, mostly painful years. We've stayed because we needed to and we don't need to anymore.
I'll be alone soon, get my birthday out of the way and we will split up because I am not enough to make him happy and I am not happy. And I'm so tired of being unhappy. But maybe I always will be because I'm the common denominator here.













