I am so angry with myself, I just want this to stop. I’m mad that I could be like this. I get really angry with my loved one I don’t even mean too … Than shortly after I’m crying about it cause I feel like such a fucking asshole . How can I get so angry with something so stupid, why is every little thing that he does or that happens have to get to me? I want it to change but I don’t know how to control it, and I try to tell him I have no control but he can’t understand because he has no idea what this is like. I barely understand it . But I just want to stop feeling like this… Does it stop? Cause I’m wondering if it ever gets better, seems to only be getting worse.
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We may not have the exact same behaviors or triggers for acting this way, but I can definitely relate to hating myself for the way I act towards people I care about and wishing I knew how to stop. Trying to explain to people that you have no control over it only goes so far though. If it bothers you (and them) that much, and you admit you don’t know what to do about it, then I think it would make them happy to hear that you’re going to try going to counseling or something like that. Sometimes you have to accept help when you know you can’t figure something out on your own. Maybe even both of you can go so you can get both sides of the story and get some help on how to relate to each other and help your relationships survive. Because you have to realize, even though you know you can’t control it and you don’t mean to hurt people, from the other person’s perspective, it might not really matter what explanation or excuse we give them, all they know is the end result – we keep doing things that hurt them. Me for instance, I have a bad habit of being controlling or jealous in my relationships, my partners were never able to fully understand that it actually comes from social anxiety and low self esteem and not feeling confident enough to go out and mingle with our other friends, NOT that I’m one of those creepy guys who wants to hold his girlfriend hostage from the rest of the world and never let them see anyone else. But that’s how the girls usually viewed my behavior. Either they didn’t understand or it didn’t matter to them that my problems were really about my self esteem and not that I meant to be controlling, all they knew is that they were F’ing tired of arguing with me every time they wanted to do something fun. So if you really want to show people that you care, I think it’s important to admit that you know you are causing most of the problem, and that you want to go get help for it. Otherwise things can break down, people won’t stick around forever just to keep hearing “I can’t control it” and to keep accepting your apologies every time you did something hurtful. If you can show people you care by saying you want to go get help for it, I think you’ll be better off. Just my opinion. I’ve lost many people because I never change.
I feel controlling to , but I don’t mean to be . Fuck I hate it, and I don’t know how to explain what’s going on or why I get like that.. I fear that it’s going to ruin us cause I seem to ruin everything good I have going for me. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t mind him having fun no but the whole time I’m worried about it because I’m afraid I’ll e cheated on or lied to about if he did drugs or something cause he used to. But if I say anything he’s mad I don’t trust him, and it’s not that I don’t trust him it’s just that just like you I have crappy self esteem. I just feel like everything I do is wrong or nothing good deserves to come my way or that I’ll just be broken hearted in the end, not that I’m ugly or anything…. I need help yes , but I have no idea how to even talk to someone .. I can barely talk to someone I love with all my heart. Even though I want him to be able to tell me anything. Sometimes I just want him to read my posts on here cause maybe then he’ll get it.. But I’m afraid he’ll just think I’m fucked up.. Cause I think I am sometimes. That I can think like this and feel this way and act out over stupid stuff. Ugh