My best friend is a girl I used to date. And I'm sure that I
particularly care about her. In fact, I particularly care about
her now more than I did when we were dating. Partly because,
after years of self reflection and growth, I have a greater capacity
to care particularly. And partly because, after years of her
own self reflection and growth, she's even more particularly care
aboutable. But I'm not sure whether I've ever particularly
cared for other girls I've had relationships with. I was
convinced of it at the time, for sure. But did I actually
particularly care about them, or did I just particularly care about
being particularly cared about? I don't know.
A related question. In these other relationships, I always seemed
to be far more curious and forthcoming than they were. At the time,
I thought that they were just afraid of being vulnerable or too
emotionally crippled to even be aware of their own feelings. And
I still think that's true, but it also seems like I was trying
to suck the intimacy from their veins like some codependent
Nosferatu. So I have to ask, were they, the ones who could establish
and maintain socially acceptable and varying levels of intimacy, the
emotional cripples? Or am I, the one who practically molests
strangers with it, the one with the problem? Again, I don't
know.
But I recognize that I have a history of being involved with women
who withhold intimacy. And that this is clearly me recreating the
pattern of my relationship with my mother (go figure). And that I'm
going to have to talk to her. And that the idea of trying to have a
real intimate conversation with my mother is terrifying. I'm not
afraid that she'll obfuscate or make ad hoc justifications. I'm not
afraid that she'll be distant or dismissive or even angry. She
certainly might be all of those. Really, I'm afraid that she just
won't care. That I'll feel rushed to try to get out what I'm not
even sure I'm trying to say before she has to rush off to get her
hair done or something else that's more important. I'm afraid of
telling her that I need something from her, because I'm afraid (as I
always was) that I'm just a burden to her. I'm afraid that she
doesn't particularly care about me.
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