I Don't Know If I'll Ever Believe A Man That Tells Me He Loves Me

I Don't Understand
I Don't Understand

Every love interest that I have ever had has resulted in the same pattern:

He stares.

He tells his friends that he likes me.

Barely (if ever) talks to me.

Never pursues me.

There's another girl in our love triangle in which I compare myself to.

He disappears.

Over eighteen years of my life, I have managed to go through tens of guys. Honestly, I think this is all my fault. I was always the one who chased him...made the first move...found his social media and messaged him first...What can I say I was in a rush! I want you and you're taking too long at this thing so let me nudge you in the right direction. I thought it was a good idea at that time (and every time.)

Lol.

Then I think it was as a result of my upbringing. I don't understand how a man could ever be anything to a woman other than a romantic-sexual partner. I just don't understand it. I look at those daddy-daughter dates with complete perplex. Luckily, television and YouTube videos have taught me differently! You see a father is supposed to be the first man she ever falls in love with. A father is supposed to put his daughter on a pedestal. He is supposed to uplift her. Chase after her with all of his love. (That way she'll expect a man to never treat her less than what she deserves.) I never saw that. Never towards my mother (she tells me of all the bad memories my dad gave her in their marriage). Never towards me by my own father. Never towards my brothers. (I tried to develop a relationship but that didn't work out to say the least). Never by my own cousin. (Rough and degrading to me. He was just a monster. I'll never understand what his wife sees in him.) Since the dawn of time, a man has been cruel, unkind and unloving. So how can I trust a man is any different when this is all I have seen?

I do not know what love is. Does it twist? Is it a reward? Is it an absentee father that tries to parent me after wanting to have me aborted in the womb? (Blames me for never calling him. He doesn't know what I know of him.) Anyway, I hear that it is supposed to be unconditional. That it does not belittle. Does not scream with snakes in its mouth. Does not call the fact that I breathe a mistake. Does not hold a knife in its hand as it looks down my soul with anger. Does not observe me for all the days of my life as if I am an alien in our home, and yet still doesn't know my favorite color. Oh, does it twist! It gives me fifty dollars on my birthdays! It asks me about my SAT scores! It calls my mother and never my number about how I am! Throws me out of my home! Basks in the embarrassment of my childhood innocence! Sees me as a burden! Talks trash about my own mother in front of my face! Tells me I am nothing!

Is love up or is it down?

Maybe I am searching for perfection. I have this image of how a man should be. Of how he should act towards me. So far no man has come close to meeting this facade in my head.

I think he should be calm. Understanding. Patient. Loving. Uplifting. Respectful. I love hearing about those love stories. "I knew she was the one when I first saw her." God! I hope that happens to me. I hope he pursues after me with all of his might. He makes me feel comfortable. Does not impose his masculinity on me. "I am the man in this relationship. You are the woman. And whatever I say will be the final word because I am the man." "I am above you because of my age and gender." If this man exists he is galaxies away from me. Millenia does not compare to the speed at which he moves of a millimeter. So I have settled for less. Can you blame me? Deep down, does any woman want to be a girlfriend at thirty years old? ...I thought not.

The world is full of malice. "How many hoes you got? Like five." "If she makes you wait, her p**** is trash." Men are free to roam around and create meaningless relationships (as perceived by them) with women. He texts and calls you because you are strictly his best friend. He goes to the mall with you and drives you around because there are no feelings there. Because when your bodies intertwine, he is desensitized. There is no love hormone being released into your blood vessels. Because to him, you are another one of his friends. He waits until you have fallen in love with him, to enter an official relationship with his girlfriend. Or in most cases, he is speed dating and he has another three dates lined up after yours with a possible "Netflix and Chill" included. What a great night it will be for him! Or y'all have been dating for six months and one of those girls that he is texting and swears is his cousin will end up becoming his baby mama in the near future.

I have never been in a relationship before but even I have trust issues from the web of mainstream lies. (I don't really have trust issues, I'm kidding) I guard my heart and would rather perceive the front lawn as a breeding ground of poisonous pythons before I can pick a daisy. The world has tarnished the way I see men. They're all cheaters and sly cheaters for all I know.

What exactly do you mean when you tell me you love me?

What exactly is love? Is it good today and then stabs you in the back to watch you bleed the next? Does it have a million females commenting under his pictures with flirtatious comments? Good men don't exactly rain down all seven days and love doesn't wait forever. Even the STRONGEST feelings expire when ignored and taken for granted.

I'll keep searching though.

I Don't Know If I'll Ever Believe A Man That Tells Me He Loves Me
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