Hi. If you're searching for positivity, this is not it, you may skip if you want.
We're talking about feeling alienated.
Now, my experience may be "contaminated" but I think my point still stands.
Being aroace/aspec sucks when you're surrounded by friends who have partners. By friends who put their partner WAY above friends. It sucks especially when you and your friend used to talk all day, and suddenly, it turns into a message per day. Then one per week.
It sucks because you know it's 'your fault' and that you can't blame them�� they're building their life, it's fine if you're not in their daily routine. It's common.
But it hurts even more when, they break up, and your friend begins talking to you all day again. It feels like you're a quick-fix, someone that is there when they feel low, but never when they feel high. Sort of a substitute to love.
And it's a loop.
It also sucks when every one of your friends has a partner and you start to feel less. Sure, it's society's fault for pushing amanormativity, but you still feel like that.
It's funny because your 'inability' to fall in love is a joke among them.
"You're the only one I know who doesn't long/search for a relationship," but you do long for the closeness, for the trust, the mutual caring.
And here it goes. Feeling like you never fit in.
Everyone around you is searching for love, even finding it, going as far as disappearing from your life for it.
And there you stand, wanting to hang out with your friends. Just have fun. But they have other things! They have their partners. They have their partner's family—
Anyone but you.
And they talk about love, they talk about intimacy, and they talk talk talk.
You wonder, is it really that good? Is love worth all this hype?
Why not me?
Why everyone but me?
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Cluster b culture is jealousy’s, I’m so damn jelous all the time but I know it’s a toxic trait so I deal with it.
Fp lije: I Like it when ur jealous…
My heart is hard for you And you alone.
I would die for you, I would live for you, either way, what bliss
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He told me I was the most lovely looking girl he’s ever seen.
I found downloaded on my laptop a link of thousands of photos of ladies with zero likeness to me
He said that he learned the lesson, laughed it off as i felt lonely.
He had another lapse of judgement, and I dyed my long hair darker to not be a liability.
He told me we can talk more and try therapeutic things.
I tried to keep tabs of transgressions, only I would have no one to tell them to.
He would turn the tables, take our troubles to others, something that I never thought to do.
He would secretly tape me as if I was a traitor, while I didn’t know we were on different teams.
He told me he could comfort me or show me compassion if I need him to back off.
I tried to communicate an apology calmly during confrontation, coming off as cold and callous.
He was content with being combative, committed to coerce me to combust.
He followed me to the car, chastised me, called me crazy, and I was crying so hard I’d cough.
He told me we could take pictures at the pumpkin patch.
I know he’s plagued with bad memory, but refuses pen down any plans.
He will never come home when he says, postponing promises because it’s prefered and he can.
He perseveres without pause, and I was put in a place with a wristband and gown to match.
Allison Morgan
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