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Face to face with such a traumatic event, I basically have two choices: I can fall apart on a grand scale or I can present a dignified and composed face to the world. Sometimes even pretend that it doesn’t hurt just because I don’t want anyone to think I need or am getting professional help. Especially when there are children too who are hurt and feel a loss. The last thing I want is my children to see how I fall apart. Even though they already noticed because I lost more than 25 pounds the last few weeks and my hair is turning grey suddenly. So I guess that I'm falling apart on a grand scale and try to present myself to the outside world with a dignified face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of psychologists agree that a breakup can often feel like a death. And they are right. So it makes sense that I’m going through a period of mourning. It's normal to feel down and be overwhelmed by grief. I have, in essence, lost someone close to me. It’s almost inevitable to feel bad for a little while, and plan my life accordingly. This is definitely not the time to take on a new project at work, or force you to be the life of any party. And besides losing the one I love, I’m starting losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the psychologist said “You need time to recover - quietly and privately - from your loss. Be gentle with yourself, and allow yourself some time for crying and moping. But can I? I just had moved to the town where he lives, planned to start a new job and my two children lost the one who they thought they could count on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out&lt;br /&gt;She told me to get out again too. To relax. Okay, went to the pub, met some new people and of course, I met him.&lt;br /&gt;But there is a catch concerning my getting out. Because he “loved” me so much, he had decided to pay some of the rent, otherwise I couldn’t move closer to him. It took a long time for me to accept that, but I trusted him.  I told him before I decided to move that if he wasn’t sure or I wasn’t, I never would have done that. But he put me aside on the day I signed for the keys telling me a week later that he faked a lot of his feelings for me for a longer time. And now, because he’s paying for me, he’s even telling me what he thinks I can and can’t do for myself. So I took my only two days of relaxation this year of my calendar. Afraid he will let me fall harder than he did already.&lt;br /&gt; I start hating myself for trusting, getting in this situation, but not only myself. I always was the independent woman and now, my independence is gone, my dignity is gone, my pride, my self-respect, my trust.&lt;br /&gt; No getting out for me without the feeling I have to ask him if I can spend a little money for myself, getting out, and meeting people.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the next thing the psychologist pointed out to me.&lt;br /&gt;The social circle. She told me it would be strange at first, to be socializing without him, but it’s even stranger to socialize with him. Especially when he just turns his head the other way, looks at you like you’ve done something really bad to him, doesn’t say a word, so I got scared to say anything at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socializing is hard when you’ve got the same friends and at first the tears would run over my cheeks when I did. But it’s getting better. As long as he’s not referring to them as only his friends like he did at first.&lt;br /&gt;And my best friend. I called her many times, but I also knew it was hard for her because he was her friend too. So I just don’t tell everything when I talk to her or see her. Except for last morning when I felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will continue re-entering the social circle.  I even got out to dinner with a total stranger last week. And I had fun. Next time I will go to the pub, with two euro , a big smile on my face, knowing my ex will be there, make a few minutes  worth of smalltalk and I will ask him if it’s okay if I spend it on one beer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hello new world…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Your partner can’t really get close to you, because at the time it gets real serious, you create a distance between you two. On a moment you feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fear of commitment has a lot in common with fear of abandonment .Someone who is afraid to be abandoned is really afraid of being committed to someone and someone who is afraid to commit is afraid to be abandoned. Both fears grow as the relationship becomes more intimate.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of commitment is often used as an excuse to break up a relationship although it is a mental disorder which is caused by subconscious and emotions someone never could cope with.&lt;br /&gt;Situations that may have caused this are insecurity and/or a painful past. Maybe you didn’t get any affection from your parents, somebody close to you violated your trust, you left home at a very young age, or your mother or other persons around you didn’t show any emotions. Consciously or subconsciously you’ll try to avoid more and new pain.&lt;br /&gt;People with a fear of commitment have trouble showing their emotions and can’t give them self to their partner. Often the partner feels left in the dark and it looks like a game of attraction and rejection. Sometimes combined with constantly looking for someone else or even sleeping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it a temporarily or a structural problem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has some form of committing fears. Doubt about a relationship and the steps you take are often normal. But sometimes the fear becomes structural and a predominant factor. Be honest to yourself and see how far it’s true for you;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to be in a relationship but all that happens are short relationships. After a few weeks I start doubting my partner and I miss my life as a single.&lt;br /&gt;-I often wonder if he or she is the right one for me. Maybe there is someone else out there.&lt;br /&gt;-All my partners were too easy, boring. I want more excitement.&lt;br /&gt;-I’ll end the relationship if my partner wants too much attention.&lt;br /&gt;-On a vacation together? No way, I rather go by myself.&lt;br /&gt;-I don’t want to talk about living together or having children. That’s a long way from now.&lt;br /&gt;-I always fall for people who don’t want to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize some of these positions? Then there is a good chance you have fear of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mixed Messages: Come closer, go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What distinguishes a ‘commitment phobic' is their extreme craving for love and intimacy and their extreme fear of it. While most people struggle at times between wanting to be close and their fear of closeness, the ‘commitment phobic' has an intense, extreme desire for closeness and their intense, extreme fear of it. They constantly give out mixed messages: "Come closer . . . go away.Life together, not living together, needing time on his own”&lt;br /&gt;The two messages you get from a ‘commitment phobic' are "I really want and need all this closeness, but don't tie me down. I love you deeply but I need to be close with other people too. I want and need you to love me, but let go of me. I desperately want and need to be with you, and I desperately want and need my space. They get on the ‘push-pull' dance floor and you end up feeling confused, angry, frustrated and you wonder if you are going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fear of commitment is often subscribed as a problem most men have. But that’s not true. Only women tend to call it that when a man isn’t happy about his relationship and hardly talks about it. That doesn’t mean that they have a mental disorder too, but they don’t show their emotions like women. Probably that will change in the future, because more and more men start to develop their EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your partner has a fear of commitment, he or she tries to create a distance between you. It takes a lot of energy and patience of both to change that.&lt;br /&gt;Only when both partners recognize the fear of commitment, you’ll be able to make it better. You’ll need to support each other as much as possible but at the same time you’ll need to accept there will be some distance left between you.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose your self-respect. You have the right to receive as much love back as you’re giving to your partner. But remember that every one shows en gives love in their own way. Try to find a balance between giving and taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is blind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first meet that special someone we tend to deny and not see what we don't want to see, or we hope that those undesirable traits, we do see, will somehow, magically disappear over time. And it's easy to fall for a ‘commitment phobic. They tend to be open, loving and comfortable with self-disclosure. They seem to be good at intimacy. They crave deep connection, they want to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do however, when you realise - too late - that you are together with someone who is a ‘commitment phobic'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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