We've all heard the crazy girlfriend story...
I've heard my share of crazy girlfriend stories, each shocks me in their own way but the question that always arises is along the lines of how the hell these girls get to that level of breaking point. I've heard the girls attacking guys and getting the guy thrown in jail, girls becoming stalkers, and then just your average paranoid girlfriend who won't let their man off his leash.
I was always the super laid back, over trusting girlfriend... to a fault. After my fair share of cheaters and assholes I started to realize that my fantasy version of trust was a great way to throw my heart onto a road infested with alligators. I still wish that I could do that, but thank you to the ones that shattered my trust that equaled a child. But here's the question, where the hell is the happy medium?
With each guy I've given a clean slate, I usually have to find what I can and cannot tolerate, which usually ended in a horrible break up until I found what I firmly to believe as "the one." I trust him with all my heart, but situations have made this a daunting task. I've gotten over the little misunderstandings from his past crazy ex's, but what's sparking me to blog right now is the 8:15 text stating exactly who he's having "just one drink" with after work and I'm looking at the clock now and it's 12:08. Now I have to come across as the paranoid gf who has to call to make sure he's not dead, even though I knew that one drink is never one drink. I just wish he would be upfront and say he's getting drinks and will keep my updated, no matter how many times I explain this it never happens.
Here's where I start to feel myself slipping into crazy, as I sit at home waiting for the inevitable fight. It's inevitable because I don't feel like leaving me in the dark should be something I brush off my shoulder and let go. So in his head I now seem like I'm putting a collar around his neck and tying him to my ankle, because even if I don't say anything he'll know I'm upset and we'll start off onto a completely different fight that will circle round and find it's way into me screaming about him leaving me here clueless.
I'm not saying I understand the crazy ones, but I feel myself slipping into it sometimes. Like I said, if everyone were truthful and upfront with me I'd never have a problem with another person again.
I was always the super laid back, over trusting girlfriend... to a fault. After my fair share of cheaters and assholes I started to realize that my fantasy version of trust was a great way to throw my heart onto a road infested with alligators. I still wish that I could do that, but thank you to the ones that shattered my trust that equaled a child. But here's the question, where the hell is the happy medium?
With each guy I've given a clean slate, I usually have to find what I can and cannot tolerate, which usually ended in a horrible break up until I found what I firmly to believe as "the one." I trust him with all my heart, but situations have made this a daunting task. I've gotten over the little misunderstandings from his past crazy ex's, but what's sparking me to blog right now is the 8:15 text stating exactly who he's having "just one drink" with after work and I'm looking at the clock now and it's 12:08. Now I have to come across as the paranoid gf who has to call to make sure he's not dead, even though I knew that one drink is never one drink. I just wish he would be upfront and say he's getting drinks and will keep my updated, no matter how many times I explain this it never happens.
Here's where I start to feel myself slipping into crazy, as I sit at home waiting for the inevitable fight. It's inevitable because I don't feel like leaving me in the dark should be something I brush off my shoulder and let go. So in his head I now seem like I'm putting a collar around his neck and tying him to my ankle, because even if I don't say anything he'll know I'm upset and we'll start off onto a completely different fight that will circle round and find it's way into me screaming about him leaving me here clueless.
I'm not saying I understand the crazy ones, but I feel myself slipping into it sometimes. Like I said, if everyone were truthful and upfront with me I'd never have a problem with another person again.