I am becoming frustrated by those who don't understand - seems to be a running theme in my life.
Just realized I'm yearning for closeness with people and continuing to try and find it where it cannot be found. Another pattern established in childhood I'm sure.
I just feel so... defective. Like there is something really wrong with me. My old programming says, "there's something wrong with you otherwise he would've stayed. He would've done anything to keep you. You were such a b*tch that he couldn't stand you anymore. It's all your fault."
I'm tired of being tortured by these thoughts and am having a hard time changing them. Whatever compassion I had for myself seems to have flown out the window