Yeah...what Dex said. :-) Especially the last paragraph. I have run into people with whom I was honest about things who then, when they got pissed off at me, used those things against me. It used to bother me. Now I just go tell them to do something physiologically impossible to themselves :-) and move on.

If being a loser means you can't handle a "romantic relationship" while you're sorting out your own emotional health, I'm banging on the clubhouse door, dear, let me in! I was engaged 11 or 12 years ago. Six weeks before the wedding, literally as I was walking out the door to mail the invitations, the phone rang.

Yup, you guessed it -- the little (insert expletive of your choice here) didn't even have the cojones to break up with me in PERSON. No, he dumped me OVER THE PHONE, SIX WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING.

Wait -- it gets better. About a year later, he tracked me down....AND INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING.

I told him to go do something physiologically impossible to himself ;-), and then I had a just-us-girls, men-suck sleepover party on the day of his wedding. We sat in our pj's and ate ice cream out of the cartons and griped about men. It was the most fitting thing I could think of.

Anyway, I haven't had a "relationship" since then. I haven't even gone out with anyone more than twice, since then. I am too busy dealing with my depression....and PTSD....and anxiety....and all that stuff to be ready to handle a relationship. It pisses off my mother, but I'm fine with it.

So, if that makes me a loser, .... scoot over on that clubhouse bench so I can take a seat next to you! :-)

Hugs,

Candy

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal. -- Albert Camus