What Does It Look Like If You’re Loved TOO MUCH?

This is NOT how it feels.

Maybe the better question is, what does it feel like? What does the line look like that divides love from obsession – or at the very least – preoccupation? How are we supposed to step away from it if we can’t identify it?

Jeez!

Think about it. If someone is, at the very least, preoccupied with you – or preoccupied with loving you – how do you know? How can you tell? Do you feel smothered or do you feel “Weird/Uncomfortable”? What’s the difference?

Identifying things that aren’t tangible isn’t any fun. I’m not having fun. I want to name it.

What does healthy love look like? How much love is too much? This is all very confusing. Wouldn’t some folks kill (not literally – this is a metaphorical question) to have the kind of attention and adoration that someone who loves another TOO MUCH showers on them? Where’s the balancing line? Is there one? Maybe I’M the problem. Maybe the kind of love that would make me feel more comfortable doesn’t exist. Or there’s either too little of it or too much. Maybe there’s no such thing as the perfect amount of love and attention.

Hm.

I have to move in four months – if I want to. I can’t decide whether to stay or go. I really want to dig my heels in somewhere and start calling a location ” HOME”, but I’m not sure whether to stay or go out and explore. I’m getting too old to keep moving around, but I’ve got this yearning to get the hell out of here. I don’t feel at home where I am. I’m not crazy about the city I live in…

Do I stay because of someone? Or no? What if I don’t share this person’s feelings? I wish I did. This would make things so much easier…

I don’t know.

Published by Jennifer

I've finally found my happy place in sobriety. Yay! Go Me!

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