I am a different person now that Aada is no longer in my life because her avoidant attachment style was to constantly pull away while I was trying to connect. No matter how insignificant the avenue of connection, she would find a way to say that I was the one that was needy. I was the one that needed therapy. I was the one that needed……. help.
I am learning how to love the avoidant attachment style, and the best way for me to cope is to love them from waaaaaaay over here. Because you just cannot do enough, be enough for an avoidant not to run.
It was always that I wasn’t strong enough, not that she wouldn’t emote.
12 years of that convinced me that I was worthless, when in reality she doesn’t speak to herself with love, so why would she speak to me that way?
My perspective has changed because I have accepted the fact that Aada never really even liked me.
She can say that’s not true all she wants, but I wouldn’t believe it.
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