I hate the word "dumped." It's such an obvious indicator of how we feel when a relationship ends. What do we dump? Garbage at worst, burdens at best. And none of us deserve to believe we're garbage, or a burden.
"I was dumped." A phrase that's absolutely brutal in its evaluation, and unrelenting in its self-deprecatingly honest self-assessment.
You feel like trash when somebody breaks off a relationship with you. No matter how many "It's not your faults" or "it's not you, it's ______" there are, you'll still feel responsible. After all, you'll likely think, it's because of you they're ending things. It's an unhealthy pattern of thinking. It magnifies flaws and focuses on weaknesses. Worse, it assigns potential blame to oneself.
I know that whenever I tell somebody "when I was dumped," I feel a kick of sadness. It's a put-down, no way around it. And for some people, myself included, there's nothing you want to do more than put yourself down when you lose something you held precious.
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