Hey guys... Im 26 years old, and a single mom to a wonderful 6 year old boy. Last year in February I began dating a man the same age as me. I had recently broken up with someone that I had been dating for over a year, and was living alone. This guy, we will call him B, was very quick to be interested in a committed relationship with me. He had no issue with me having a child, or working full time. B started showing some red flags about 3 months into the relationship. He did have a bit of a temper, not in a violent way, but he would easily lose his head over stupid things. Long story short, he spent the majority of this time at my place, and an argument that happened via text caused him to pack up the things he had at my place and leave, declairing he never wanted to hear from me again. I was devestated. I wish it ended there, but it doesnt. We reconciled that issue, only for our relationship to continue for about a month shy of a year, and this same thing happening two more times. There were a lot of wishy-washy tendencies, he would go back and forth about whether or not he wanted to be in a relationship at all, and yet insisted that he was insanely in love with me.... well, a month ago, just a few days before he, my son, and i were to move into a new apartment, i came home to all of his things gone, his key, and my half of the deposit we had put down on the new place. he had blocked my number, and blocked me from facebook with no explanation. Devastated doesnt even fit the feeling i felt. My son and i were 10 days shy of being homeless, and the relationship that i have struggled to maintain was just gone in a blink of an eye. It honestly felt like he had died... A week later, he comes back and says he NEVER SHOULD have done all these things!!!!!! Now he is in therapy, and doing the whole "healing myself for the greater good" thing. And im just angry........ I dont even feel like I love him anymore. I dont know what is wrong with me. Shouldnt I be thrilled that he is getting help? Im more offended that he is getting help NOW. I dont personally feel like I can trust anyone else, let alone him. Im so mad that he had to take it as far as he did... and then try and come back? And if i was so hurt, why didnt i take him back when he came back? What is wrong with me?
Why is it that it’s hard to call things what they clearly are?Does anyone else have this problem? I know people who hate the word moist. I have many other words that I hate. They just make things seem so vulgar. BUT THEY ARE VULGAR!Here I am, almost 15 years out of Mom and Dads house, where the bulk of my crazy happened, and I still can’t call it what it is - at least not without cringing and...