agirl
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ORIGINAL: colouredin Now I think generally I give good advice but I have a real inability to follow it myself. I am aware of the fact that I am stuck in relationship patterns. I think there is a desperate need of mine to have someone love me, oh it is oh so conventional and despite how many times I tell people you do not need someone to love you to be worthwhile I can't seem to tell myself that. I wouldn't advise anyone to *do* what I do either.... that's because I *know* me ,*control* me and am prepared live with the consequences (or at least can't escape them)..lol. I'd have loved to have had your insight at your age. One of my sons is 5 yrs younger than you, is amazingly mature, can give wonderful advice to all of his friends, knows what is helpful, knows what isn't and STILL gets into the SAME situations himself! Problem is that I meet someone, normally someone completely not good for me (drug addict, alcoholic, in a relationship whatever) and throw everything into that person. All my dreams and stuff, superficially they become everything to me but in reality I cant help but wonder if I pick these people knowing it wont work out. Maybe you DO pick them, but you've got ages to work that out. It's far more bothersome when you're 50yrs and haven't got that far. So I do not really know how to self mediate, I do not know what is right for me, or what I should be doing. I have recently taken a break from D/s for many reasons, one being that its all a stage of self reflection for me. I have a diary that I kept for an entire year in 1977....it makes PAINFUL reading! It's a full *page a day* ...all my thoughts and feelings at age 20yrs......30yrs ago! If I peek inside I want to go back and help the *self* I was. When I read it, I alternate between wanting to slap myself silly and cry at how bloody clueless, yet earnest I was. Also, reading back, I can see all of the times I was fooling myself. I'm cringing just thinking about it! I know this is rather personal and maybe doesnt even fit into this forum but I know that people here have a wealth of experience and maybe someone will say something that clicks in my mind who knows. It's no consolation and no help.......but I was far more driven to *be* in a relationship when I was younger and they weren't always the *best ones*. I was far more consumed with wanting to be *loved* and wanting everything that went along with it. I can only stand back and make slightly better choices because I crashed my way around some pretty crazy situations in my past. It's easy to be smug when you've been there, done it, pro-created, dealt with all colours and blends of shite ........FAR too easy to forget how rubbishy you were yourself at doing the *right* thing. That diary is a keen reminder for me,that I wasn't always as *clever* as I am nowadays. And the reason I don't like reading it, is that it is a glaring reminder of that fact. Something has stopped me from burning the damn thing , and I think that's it. agirl
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