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The first time I was truly, madly, deeply in love I began to live with an ongoing fear that something horrible would happen. I envisioned car accidents, deathly illness, and gave fleeting thoughts towards my beloved falling for someone else. The fear would come in flashes that I swatted away like an evil mosquito, and the closest I ever came to telling anyone about it was that I wrote an undoubtedly horrible film short that I only showed a couple people who didn't really get it. So I buried it somewhere amid papers and files, and now I don't even know where it is. One thing I do remember is that my fear always felt absurd to me, so ensconced as it usually was in the most dramatic, most tragic of possibilities.
Ironically, I broke up with him. I suppose that among other things, this very well may have been commitment phobia at its most perverse. Maybe I just couldn't take the fear anymore, so I cut myself free. I'm not sure, but cut and run I did, all the way across the country to Los Angeles.
Where I learned what being cheated on really feels like. And I learned what it's like to have someone come over like everything's normal, have sex, sleep over, and break up with you in the morning. And I learned what it's like to be completely strung along and jerked around.
And now the fear is back, only this time it is manifesting as much more mundane: Fear he'll stop loving me, fear he wants to break up with me, fears about my attractiveness, fears about our potential future together. It all seems more reasonable, and that I find, at times, much more paralyzing.
Yet, it's still absurd for many reasons. For one, I know that if my current relationship ended, I would survive. *That*, at least, I've got down. I know how to be alone. I feel less sure about our future together, because I just feel like I have less of a clue about how to be in a relationship, but mentally I understand that things will be worked through in their own good time. It's almost like the fear is larger than the reality. It rises up like a large wave, that if it came crashing down I would surely have the skills to swim through - but it's still a scary-ass wave when you're looking up at it.
I definitely think my fear is currently being exacerbated by my unemployment and the upcoming holidays. Currently both are uncertain situations and that's definitely driving me mad. I can only do what I can do in regards to both, so I do that and then I walk around my house like a caged animal trying to accept that which I cannot change.
Sometimes, this time around, I do talk to my partner about my fears. But sometimes I don't, because to be honest, at some point it's just too much crazy to share. So sometimes I want to just face the wave down myself, find my own solutions when I can, and move on.
Still, ultimately I wish I could just swim in a calmer ocean.
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Linky Goodness:
Check out this blog about relationships with narcissists: All About Him by Lisa E. Scott. Been there. Done that. It sucked.
The Grip of Fear by Laura Facciponti on BreathXpress.
Her Biggest Dating Fears from eharmony on AOL Personals.
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Contributing editor Liz Rizzo also blogs at Everyday Goddess.













