The saddest part about being emotionally unavailable is, you crave intamacy. For whatever reason (most likely childhood trauma) you can’t seem to connect entirely yet you want to connect wholeheartedly.
In my case, I throw myself into new relationships like a rocket for take off. Everything is new and everything is fresh but after a while I have to invest myself or, be a life source for readily emotional beings. Being an extroverted-introvert (so messy) I choose to be everyone’s rock. I’m good at it, you can dump your shit on me because I’m sooooo cold brrrrr.
Truth is, i think the one who can’t say they need a hug or love or a shoulder to cry on is the one who needs it most. Common sense, or not so common sense, but either way people like me suffer from burnout. When we burn out its sort of, lights out, goodnight Wisconsin!
Recently I went through a complete and total meltdown from being good ol’ Rocky Balboa. Over the time span of almost two years with no end in sight. The most overwhelming part of emotionally unavailable people melting down is, most of their friends are leaching cry babies. When you melt down you have to know your triggers and literally everyone I knew was a trigger in some way. Best friend (gotta go), family (sayonara), Co workers (awkward silence at the xmas party) and lastly my bf. Finding out that he clung to me like a baby orangutang was and still is the hardest part.
What’s even harder than that is, the tricky thing about people like me is, we open up to ONE person on the planet. For me, after my grandmother died, it was him. So in a sense I wasn’t really emotionally unavailable with our relationship, yet I attracted someone just like me. He clung to me because I made him confident, i picked him because he wasn’t an emotional person. And now that I’ve realized he’s emotionally unavailable….it hurts like hell
I wish karma would bring me back the thousands of dollars I spent over the past years and not this shit.