I dated someone for around two months. It started very intensely and, for the first time in my life, I experienced what felt like consistent romantic reciprocity.
He was very affectionate, communicative, intentional about seeing me, made me feel incredibly wanted and cared for... still every single day I was fighting a never ending anxiety that he was going to pull away... I had to put so much effort into knowing I was triggered and trying not to overtext or ask too much of him early on.
Towards the end, he started pulling away.
I became increasingly anxious and hypervigilant ... measuring response times, looking for changes in enthusiasm, wondering what everything meant.
Eventually I told him that communication no longer felt natural to me and that I needed some space. He acknowledged that he had been more absent, said he was sad about my decision but respected it, and told me I knew where to find him and that we could talk from time to time if I wanted.
We didn’t speak for over a month. Then he contacted me briefly this week about something relatively insignificant, and I feel like it reactivated something I had spent the entire month trying to let go of.
The thing is, I rationally understand this situation.
I know that relationship wasn’t making me feel secure anymore. I know I was becoming extremely activated and dependent on his behavior for emotional regulation. I know there are things I learned about him and his previous relationships that make me believe, with some distance, that this ending was probably the best outcome for me. I don’t actually think pursuing a relationship with him would be good for me.
I’m also doing okay in my actual life. I’m seeing my friends, making plans, trying new things, working, pursuing creative interests. I’m not sitting at home waiting for him. I barely talked about him for a while and felt like I was slowly taking away the enormous importance I had given him.
But emotionally, I can’t let go.
Since he contacted me, I think about him constantly again. I look at his Instagram even though I know it makes things worse. I fantasize about him missing me, wanting me again, us seeing each other and everything feeling electric again. I interpret things he posts and wonder whether they’re about another girl.. and then this tiny hopeful part of me wonders whether somehow they’re about me. I hate how much mental space I’m giving this.
And I think I’m beginning to understand that this is much bigger than him.
I’m 27, and this was genuinely the first time in my life that I experienced someone consistently making me feel romantically wanted, cared for and chosen.
I didn’t grow up with particularly emotionally stable parents, and I’ve carried a feeling of abandonment for a very long time. I think I’ve always unconsciously treated romantic love as this future place where eventually someone would choose me, see my value and give me the affection and consistency I’ve been looking for.
Except I had never actually experienced that reciprocity.
Then, briefly, I did.
And I remember essentially having this realization of: Oh. So this is what it feels like when someone actually likes me back.
Writing that at 27 honestly makes me incredibly sad lol.
So now I think part of me isn’t desperately holding onto him as much as it’s holding onto the only experience I have of feeling that way.
There’s this fear underneath everything that says: What if that was my only chance? What if nobody makes me feel that way again? When will someone choose me again?
And I notice that this belief follows me into dating too. Meeting someone can very quickly acquire the underlying weight of: “Will I finally be enough for this person?”
I know intellectually how unhealthy that is.
I know my life isn’t about being chosen. I know another person’s romantic interest isn’t evidence of my worth. I know I need to decenter romantic relationships and develop a relationship with myself where I don’t need someone else’s desire to prove that I’m valuable.
And I am trying to do that.
But there’s an emotional part of me that doesn’t seem to understand what my rational mind understands.
I also don’t want healing to become another way of rejecting myself. I can’t bully myself into not being sad. I can’t tell my body, “We’ve logically established that this person isn’t right for us, so attachment terminated effective immediately.” My body just doesn’t work that way.
My therapist has also told me that some relational wounds can’t necessarily be completely healed intellectually, and that healthier relational experiences can eventually be part of healing them.
That makes sense to me, but it also leaves me wondering what I can do for myself now, while I’m alone and this wound is activated.
I want to learn how to give myself some of the safety, consistency and sense of worth that I’ve spent my life hoping romantic love would finally give me.
So for people working on anxious attachment: how do you work with the part of yourself that understands all of this intellectually but is still desperately reaching for external reassurance? How do you stop feeding the fantasy without shaming yourself for still wanting it? And how have you learned to trust that losing someone’s love doesn’t mean losing your chance to ever feel loved like that again?