Sometimes my job skills come in handy
Things have been going on - things that I can't seem to articulate. Lately I've been thinking "Why oh Why does this man love me?" and more and more I've been wondering if has the same thought... I can't tell you why I've been feeling so 'unworthy'... Anyway. Today I came to work in tears. I had cried all the way into work and then just sat at my desk sniffling. Finally, I broke down and wrote a letter:
N,
Maybe it's just a pity party I'm having right now. And just as you said, it's probably not attractive, but it's not an act. It's not something I'm doing to garner attention or spite you. And maybe you feel I'm being silly and there is nothing you can do to make this feeling of mine go away. And maybe you're right - but I do feel like there are some things I need right now.
I need you to hold me. I feel as if I'm falling apart here, and you are my superglue. Every time you hold me, it's as if I'll be able to keep from flying pieces, just that much longer. I need you to look into my eye and tell me "I know you're a poop head, but I love you anyway." You see, you used to laugh with me, when I did something stupid, now you get upset and I have to wonder, what's caused the change? And of course my mind rushes to worse possible scenario, because I'm just THAT hard on myself.
I've been feeling less and less sure of myself lately. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because I've been struggling with loosing weight again. Maybe it's the hormones. Who knows. I just know, that you used to tell me I was beautiful, and for that moment, I believed that I was. You used to tell me I was smart, and I would think, yeah, I am. You used to tell me I was perfect, and I thought, "No I'm not, but as long as you think so, all is right in the world." But, I'm not perfect anymore. I'm annoying and frustrating. And maybe my fears, and worries are only more frustrating, but I can't seem to stop them.
The two most common fears in the world are dieing and public speaking. Neither of those worry me. What worries me is losing you. And I don't mean just the part where you get so fed up you walk out. No, I worry more about the day to day grind of life, dulling and blunting our emotions until what was once this amazing, delightful thing has been turned to a little puff of dust.
The fear of you not loving me makes me ill, because there is no doubt in my mind that you are my ONE...my ONLY. There is no one in the world who will fit me, fill me, and make me whole the way that you do. Life without you would be dull and incomplete. I used to think that if you ever left me, that I could go back to my life `before'. That I would live alone and be content. But after your trip to Las Vegas, and the Dallas I realized that there was no contentment in being without you. Yeah, I could go out to a club or dinner or anything that I wanted, but there is no where I would rather be then at home, sitting on the couch with you.
This has been long, and convoluted, I know. I thought that maybe writing it would make me feel better, but it hasn't. I'm still afraid, more so now then ever. But I'm going to try to put these things out of my head. I've looked forward to this weekend for Months and I'm not going to let my little pity party ruin it.
I love you - more then I think you realize
S
I sent this email, knowing it would be a while before he got it. The later it got, though, the better I felt, and the less I wanted him to read that email. So I just broke into his email and deleted it.
Was that wrong?
Posted by parttimemom
at 12:14 PM PDT