Can't feel lewis0416: This February marks the one year anniversary of my ex and I splitting up. After 15 years together we parted ways. He is a big cheater...you know the story. Well anyway, I am trying to move on. I have had many BFs and alot of them have really liked me. I got two marriage proposals. The problem is, I told them how messed up I was emotionally and that i didn't want a relationship. THese guys keep pursuing me , literally crying. They keep asking me why I keep hurting them and shutting them out. I feel like a heartless b!tch but I have no empathy for them at all. I feel bad but I did tell them no expectations. Why couldn't my ex be like them. These are really great guys too. They have their stuff together. I just am not ready to put my heart on the line.
Re: Can't feel jadedangel: [color=navy"> My one year 'anniversay' ... of my break up .. is slowly sneaking up on me ... and I have to admit I fear it so I know of a similiar place that you are. I don't think you are in a place to be opening up your heart .. getting married ... or maybe not even dating. I think you need to find the time to enjoy yourself ...cold hearted bitch -- you can't have that title ... it's already taken.
Seriously ... don't feel that your strange because you can't open up .. love or trust again ... after 15 years ... a huge betrayal... and the dissolution of your marriage ... they should never expect you to be ready. [/color">
Re: Can't feel seyfert: I wonder how wonderful these guys are. If you told them up front how you felt, they shouldn't have grand expectations. In fact, instead of telling you how badly you hurt them, they should be telling you to take your time.
If he cares enough to marry you, he should be willing to be your friend until you are ready to make that step. He should realise he is pressuring you and stop.
I don't want to trash someone I don't know, but his reaction sounds like its all about him and who cares how you feel. I'd be wary and careful. I don't think you are a b!tch, I think you are being strong.
