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Spending time with all of my family and friends this Christmas has reminded me of how much I’ve missed them in the last few years. I have great family and great friends and I can’t believe that I actually let someone talk me into believing that these people were less than wonderful…and were not worth being around. WTF? It’s crazy how easily we can become brainwashed into believing falsities when we are blinded by what we believe is love. But, on the other side of this is the question: why would someone that loves you point out all of the faults/imperfections of your family and friends to make them all seem substandard in your eyes? I think about this a great deal.

As I sat with my boisterous aunt on Christmas Eve and helped her polish off our 3rd bottle of wine, I reflected on all those times that my no-longer-significant other pointed out how rude and obnoxious she was. But, wait – wasn’t he the rude and obnoxious one for pointing out my aunt’s faults in the first place? I think so. Sure she’s loud, sure she can be obnoxious…but, shit, I think we ALL have that tendency at times. I love my family and friends, faults and all…isn’t that really what it’s all about? Nobody is perfect and most of us know we’re not. I feel bad for people who are raised to believe that they are superior to everyone else. They are just being set up for a lifetime of disappointment. It’s sad that some people are so intolerant and judgmental and its even more sad that someone like me (pretty much tolerant of any kind of behavior) would turn from my family and friends because I was swayed by someone like him.

Luckily for me they are my family and my friends and they would stand behind me no matter what. So, as I slowly gather them back into my circle I tell them all how sorry I am for what I’ve become, for how I’ve ignored them and shut them out of my life. They understand and they respond, “We are just glad to have you back.”


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I just took my daughter to see Enchanted and have decided that this will be the very last “fairy tale” movie she will see. These fairy tale scenarios in book, film and various media forms are what have ruined me. As little girls we all listen to the tales of the fair maiden being rescued by her handsome prince, or the tales of beauty experiencing true love’s kiss. Our brains are instilled with this happily ever after farce and it sure is damn hard to pull away from that thinking and face reality. Come on, don’t we all really hope for that happily-ever-after-fairy-tale-in-love-feeling? And don’t we all really think it is something that is obtainable – at least in our younger years when we have yet to wade through life’s harsh experiences?

For a long time I certainly believed that this feeling could be realized. I now know that it is not possible for me, but as a growing young woman it sure was a nice thought. I, like many women, became so wrapped up in finding my “prince charming” that I forgot about the reality of love. Sure, I do believe that a few lucky people do experience this sort of feeling, all be it rare. The majority of us have to face reality. Admittedly, in several of my relationships I did feel that fairy tale feeling for quite some time, but I wonder if its just because I talked myself into it – it was something that I believed I wanted and needed to feel.

The one great line in the movie comes from Patrick Dempsey’s character who says something to the effect of “The fairy tale doesn’t last forever…reality takes over.” Cheers to the writers for at least putting that bit in to reaffirm us. As I watched the film I couldn’t help but be swept up in the overwhelming and intense feelings that the character’s were experiencing (honestly, how can you not swoon over Mr. Dempsey?). “Shit, it’s just a movie”, I had to keep telling myself!

Honestly, I wonder if it is already too late for my child. Has she seen too many fairy tale movies, and has her mind already been brainwashed to believe that she, too, can have such love? From now on you’ll find me in the unhappily-ever-after media section in hopes of trying to reverse any damage that may already be done.

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For me part of the love addiction involved a major shift in my values/characteristics/behavior and caused me to become someone that I wasn’t. I was so consumed with pleasing him and making sure that he “wanted” me and “wouldn’t leave me” that I became someone I wasn’t; I became what I thought he wanted. It’s not that I was a bad person or that he was a bad person, and in no way did he force me to change. He was very rigid in his thinking and believed that his way of doing things was the correct or better way. That is fine, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I started to believe that my way of doing things and my values were no longer significant. So, I changed. I can’t even determine at what exact moment the transformation began. The earliest instance that comes to mind is a matter that occurred approximately three months into the relationship – when he talked me into doing something I’d never choose to do. All he had to say was “It will ruin my life” to get me to make a decision, which was not my decision at all. Sure, it was a decision that I made, but it was made as the “me” that only wanted to please him. I believed that in order to make him love me more, and to keep him from leaving that I should do anything for him, and I did.

Granted, in every relationship I think there is a bit of change that occurs, but I was looking for every little sign and signal indicating what he liked, disliked, how he expected things to be, etc. I took it to the extreme and forgot about the things that were important to me. I constantly listened for verbal cues regarding the things that bothered him and the things he thought needed changing. He didn’t like that I didn’t roll the toothpaste tube properly, it bothered him that I breathed too loudly, he didn’t like that my house was so claustrophobic for him, he made sure to tell me when I needed a haircut, he didn’t like my “big” purses, he didn’t like the music on my iPod, and he thought my kitchen counters were too cluttered. He didn’t ask me to change, but by giving me these cues I started to believe that they were things I needed to change – and I believed that if I didn’t make the changes he would no longer love me and would leave me. So, I began to change for him – I rolled the toothpaste tube properly, I tried to breath more quietly, I rearranged my living room so he would be more comfortable, I made sure to get my hair cut when he mentioned that it needed it, I bought smaller purses, I changed the music on my iPod, and I rearranged my kitchen counters so they were more pleasing to him. WTF? Crazy isn’t it? What sane, competent woman would ever think of living her life for someone else? You got it – someone that is addicted.

Prior to becoming involved in this relationship I was physically healthy. I exercised regularly, and ate healthy. I cared about how I looked and I enjoyed going out with my friends and loved spending time with my family. Once in the relationship all that started to change. I stopped exercising, gained an excessive amount of weight, I stopped caring about my appearance, and I stopped spending time with my family and friends. I would decline offers to go out with friends and stopped going to family functions because all I wanted to do was to be with him. Plus, he didn’t care for my family or my friends so I conveniently avoided them most of the time. I was so focused on him that all of my previous activities and relationships were no longer significant. I was totally blind to what I was doing because I was so obsessed with him – I was addicted, and once addicted all I wanted was more.

I recall on several occasions I burst into tears when he made curt statements that made me feel small. Not even important statements, but simple things that a person under normal circumstances would blow off. Statements that I, before becoming addicted, would have tossed right back at him with some heavy sarcasm. I was seeking his approval and when he said something that I perceived as negative toward me I broke down. I remember him questioning me as to why I was so sensitive and remember saying “It just hurts when someone you love says such things, I would never say those things to you”. I didn’t see how unhealthy the relationship was for me because at first it felt so good, and I wanted to perpetuate that feeling…so I stayed in it thinking it would get better…just like the alcoholic who takes one more drink. You keep thinking “just a little bit more” and everything will be alright. That’s the thing about addiction – the thing you are initially addicted to makes you feel better but eventually makes you feel worse.

At some point I just decided that I had had enough. I was miserable and I was torn – I was worried about losing him and was also coming to the realization that I had lost myself. It was a no-win situation. I had to make the final decision to choose me, to save myself. The ironic thing about the ending of the relationship is that he claimed that I was self-absorbed and it was all about me.

Now I have my work cut out for me. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster, and guess what folks, I fucking hate roller coasters. My days go from okay, to bad, to tolerable and then cycle around again. I want to get off this ride and it can’t happen soon enough. I try not to dwell on it, but I wonder – why the hell didn’t I think he would just love me for who I was? Why did I think that things were never good enough? Why did I beat myself up so much? Why did I transform myself to please him? And then I remember the answers to all the questions…because I am an addict. So I sit here with a gazillion self-help manuals and books and my therapy sessions to try and get myself back…back to being me. It’s an awkward place to be – somewhere in between where you ended up and trying to start fresh. I’m not going to lie – I hate this. I hate this part of the process. I want it over NOW. I don’t want to have to wade through all of these emotions again and again, day after day. I want my life back to normal and I don’t want to wait another day!

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I am an addict. That is a frickin’ hard statement to make about oneself. I’m not addicted to alcohol, food, drugs; no…this is much more complicated. I am a love addict. At first I just laughed when I heard about this type of addiction but the more my therapist and I explored the subject, and the more I read on the subject it became clear that this is what I am suffering from. Don’t they always say that the first step to healing is acknowledgement? Well, that first step is a doozie! You want to deny it, fight it at every turn, or laugh it off. I want to give a ton of thanks to Don’t Date That Dude for posting Are you Addicted to Love?” because finding and reading that post gave me the first inkling that I am indeed addicted.

As I answered “yes” to all of the questions on the blog, I began to sob in disbelief. I’ve always known that there was something ‘just not right’ about my relationships, but it was very hard to own the fact that I’m addicted to love. Even harder was the fact that this addiction was caused by some lack of connection/nurturing from my childhood. My parents are great and I couldn’t imagine that they had done anything wrong in their child rearing practices. After all, there are three children and why did I, the first born, end up like this? It turns out that it is not just all about how my parents raised me, but has to do with my personality and my perception that at some point in my early life I felt abandoned. It could be that my Mom was so busy raising three kids (with a span of only 2 years between each) that I, as the eldest, felt somewhat left out. I was always very clingy and needy and I have very vivid memories of my Mom brushing me off – literally – she’d have to wrench me away from her leg. Or other times when she’d say, “Just go play with your sister and stay out of my hair!”, when I was whining and needing to be with her.

So, now, years down the road I am struggling with this addiction. It is not only an addiction that occurs between myself and significant others, but has occurred between myself and my daughter.

You see, a love addict searches for something outside of the self that will provide them with emotional and life stability. The experts liken it to a fantasy (similar to a childhood fairy tale – maiden being rescued by a handsome prince) and when that fantasy fails to be their reality the addict eventually reverts back to childhood abandonment issues.

For me, my last relationship became skewed and was based on “whether or not he would leave me”. Everything seemed fine until he started a new job which involved overtime and weekend hours. It became all about me – how would he have time to spend with me, wasn’t I important any more? I was making more and more demands on him and no matter what he did I was not satisfied. I was convinced that he didn’t want to spend time with me and was dedicating his time to his work so he wouldn’t have to be with me. When I felt my needs were not being met I became resentful and angry. I felt abandoned. I knew I should have been happy, but wasn’t. I was in a relationship but felt very alone.

And now the fun part…the withdrawal stage. Things got so bad for me in my relationship that I had to end it. He was a terrific person and I really gave him a run for his money. The hardest part is acknowledging that my addiction is the reason for this failed relationship. As with any addiction you have to quit ‘cold turkey’. That is not an easy thing to do. How do you tell someone you love that you cannot see them or speak to them? For me I just had to make it clear that I needed him completely out of my life. No contact. Period. You can imagine the pain it has caused. It’s like being an alcoholic and wanting that drink so fucking badly that it just kills you inside. You tell yourself that you want it, you need it and when you keep it from yourself you become so fucking angry and bitter. You start blaming everyone but yourself for the situation you are in. You know that you have to stay away but you think that having it will ease your pain.

So, here I go down the road to recovery. The most painful part is knowing that I’ve lost a very special and important person in my life. I’ve had to give up my best friend. The pain is so excruciating it cannot be described.

Even though this addiction has caused so much turmoil in my life and has made it impossible for me to have a healthy relationship, I look forward to moving on and healing. I know it will be a lot of work and will require a life long commitment – but I am worth it.


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Once upon a time there was a witty and intelligent fair maiden who met a dashing, much younger, highly intelligent prince. The two fell in love immediately, despite the prince’s declaration that it “would never happen”. The couple spent two wonderful years together enjoying each other’s company. There were some ups and downs, just like any fairy tale. A little bit of finger pricking, poisoned apples, etc. But, the maiden believed that she had found her true love. She could not imagine her life without him, thought about him every moment, and was convinced that they would spend their lives together.

Then one day a very serious discussion arose between the two. This discussion involved the possibility of terminating the relationship and included phrases such as: “bad timing”, “different goals”, and “different places in life”. The maiden became frighteningly fixated with this situation.

This fixation manifested itself consciously but, unbeknownst to the maiden; it also manifested itself deep in her subconscious, gradually causing an evil spell to be cast upon her life. For the next several months this evil spell worked its way into every inch of the maiden’s life causing her much sadness and despair. Her young suitor became increasingly frustrated and did not know how to make her happy. The maiden did not know what was causing this debilitating sadness so, thinking it was the prince, she sent him away.

The maiden was devastated and heart broken and needed help desperately. She called upon her fairy godmother to help her with this terrible turn of events. Unfortunately, it was too late to make use of the fairy godmother’s magic wand. The damage had been done by the maiden’s notion that the relationship was doomed. Even though the two were still in love the maiden had become so consumed with wondering when “the clock would strike midnight” she could not concentrate on anything else. Sadly enough, the two lovers went their separate ways hoping that love would find each again.

Right…well, actually the poor pitiful maiden was in a deep depression and no amount of therapy seemed to help – she had definitely driven herself mad. The mind is a terrible weapon when used upon one’s self. She knew she had lost the prince forever, but she did not know how to make herself fall out of love with him. The maiden, like so many other fairy tale maidens, believed that love could conquer all. What a sad predicament when two people are in love yet everything seems to be working against them. So much for fairy tales!


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