I read something earlier that really hit on my emotional masochistic side. It was a story about a man trying ot move on, at least that is what it appeared to be.
He texted his old friend and said that he had met someone new and would likely not be keeping in touch. The friend was fine and nonchalant about it. No big deal. Have fun in your new life.
The rest of the story was a crazy rollercoaster of manipulation and therapy speak used to create excuses. It was a wild ride. It fit perfectly into the tag of emotional manipulation.
Sometimes that is what my brain latches onto. Those wild rides. I love focusing on the ones I do not think I have a chance with. I like feeling the uncertainty and not being good enough. That is how I learned love as a child.
So when someone comes along and teases me with it, I latch on. This story I read was more than that, though. It reminded me of people I should have let go of a while back, but I can’t. I know I will never hear from them again, but my mind has already latched on because it knows there is no chance.
Lisa Gray 