I've come to the conclusion I am totally fucked up. Nuts, really.
I am the type of person that thinks they know what they want, and when they get it, they're not happy. Spoiled? Not likely. Self-centered and egotisical? Most definitely.
So I mistakenly spoke with Brian several times this past week. Almost got myself to the point where I had convinced myself that I'm better off single than to lead Flint on, or that I am better off waiting for Brian. I have found myself sabotaging my relationship with Flint this week, only to feel really guilty about it after, so then I over-compensate and am extra nice to him.
I finally told Brian last night that I am dating Flint exclusively, with no exceptions, even for him. This was a big step for me because I am pretty good at balancing many guys, with none being the wiser. BUT I've wanted to change that about me and focus on one guy because I think I have been "single" (in the sense that I've not dated the same person for longer than a year) for too long and I think I have a fear of committment, i.e. when things start getting too serious I will bail, or become a real bitch and let them do the dirty work.
I came to the conclusion that I am completely and utterly fucked up this evening. WHY, you may be asking, or more likely, You're finally figuring this out! Smart, I am, self-aware, not so much. This past week, I've talked to Brian. Last Friday, I drove 3 hours to visit with Larry (an old flame of about 7 years) for his Night of Basketball and then home. I've chatted with my friend Dr. Bob who is doing his last clinical rotation in Weston, W.V. and wants to come and visit me when he's done.
You get the picture, I'm no saint! (For the record, I've only had sex with Flint, while seeing Flint.) Anyway, tonight, while Flint is away at his son's basketball game, I've imagined all sorts of things like him seeing other women, etc. because when I went to his house today, I noticed the candle that is usually on his mantel on the kitchen table!!! Oh, and he shoveled his driveway!!! Obviously to clean up the car tracks that this other woman left in his driveway last night after sharing a candlelit dinner with him, only to be forced out of the house by 9:30 PM, so he could call me.
Did you know that cheating husbands tend to be more affectionate towards their wives while cheating and they tend to be overly untrustful of their wives, accusing them of being the ones of cheating, because cheating makes one more sneaky and more aware of the "signs" of cheating. Go figure! So, I guess I am a cheating husband!!!
Is my self-esteem so low that I need constant reaffirmation that I am worthy of a healthy, sane, long term relationship? Or am I so conceited that I feel this constant affirmation is my due? Or is it that I am simply so scared of really truly loving ONE man for the rest of my life that I constantly need to fall in and out of love with guys who are obviously not the one, because I've deluded myself that this play-acting will in essence help my endeavor of finding him?
Current Mood: Disgusted with myself
Current Music: Invader Zim theme music