Meet me in the middle

I’m feeling pretty low today. I’m frustrated with a relationship & I don’t know what to do.

Why can’t they meet me halfway? Why can’t they offer reassurance? They know I have anxiety. They know I have OCD. They know how I’m wired. They know I don’t want to be like this. They know my insecurities & my fears. They know I’ve asked for the bare minimum, a crumb, some sort of comfort to quiet my thoughts.

So why hasn’t anything changed? I can’t make my needs any plainer. I’ve explained it ad nauseam.

I’m sitting here dumbfounded. Am I wasting my time? Am I worth so little? Why can’t you give me SOMETHING to hold me while I work on it from my end? Just meet me in the middle.

I dreamt last night of them along with a group of ex-friends. I kept walking through this house, trying to find an exit. I was hurt & broken & no one noticed. No one helped me & I was stuck inside this maze of a house, watching all the exes outside.

To me, it’s all the same. I give so much of my heart & I get hurt when others don’t give theirs. I’m setting myself up for disappointment & yet I can’t stop.

I don’t know my next step. TBH, I feel pretty numb to it all. Hurt, yes, but at this point, it feels like I would have better success getting water from a rock.

Any suggestions?


2 Replies to “Meet me in the middle”

  1. This was very touching. I feel tour frustration. If you’ve been crystal clear, maybe it just comes from them. Maybe they don’t want to. It’s sad and bad but maybe they’re mad (honestly just trying to make rhymes here, maybe make you smile 😊).


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