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Here's the pattern in life:

drawn to older women since I was young. Ran from young girls. If someone is needy and hurt, I get drawn in to help (as long as I feel safe), help them find a way out and get better, soothe. Rescue them. A white night!

I've been drawn into wounded and needy women so many times lost count and some long term. Some men too, but men are not as interesting and a tough case. I enjoy the psychological challenge of rescuing a soul. I do this while keeping healthier ones and people at a distance, emotionally. Fear of intimacy. did that for a long time, getting better.

I feel good being a servant to others, a helper, and often would sacrifice myself, time, priority for someone else. For example, I might skim on food, but I'd give someone money to buy a car who is totally broke. I'll buy used to save, but give freely to those who don't love me back.

What I've summized on how I got here is this:
* Possibly a lack of nurturing as a child - my mom I think was distant at times, although I recall her being very caring as well.
* I was emotionally abused as a child and sensitive. just not strong, so I built up a defense to not let people in. I did not like people and stayed emotionally distant from them. After I turned Christian, I had strong empathy for others and turned my wound into a desire to help others... in effect nurturing myself I think. After I started to understand myself and people, I turned that to want to help others get to a better place. It's a lot of what I think about.

Understanding oneself is hard, hard to get perspective. Have you had something like this and how did you get to a heathy life balance?

Ladies, how would you tolerate being with a mate that skimps on themselves (penny pinch clothes, food at times, used cars and stuff) but can be drawn into other people/women emotionally to help them and give freely and happily? Assume he doesn't cheat physically, but others can get priority of his heart and mind easily.

I was one time that stands out.

As a young teen, 2 women at the front desk of racquetball club had me "pegged" for being the kid that went in the womens bathroom, took a womans purse, and dumped contents in the hallway. When I showed up to play one day, they called police on me. I looked like a real dirtball back then, an odd looking kid. They ID's me based upon my curly hair. They weren't absolutely sure, but they sure acted like it. Called the police... a black police officer showed up. I note race because that was rare for that area and surprised me even more, I had never seen a black officer to that point in my area. He was "nice" looking for an officer, not mean, I was actually comforted when I saw him.

It was really hurtful to be accused though, I was a sensitive kid and didn't lie. To be told I was a liar to my face by 2 attractive girls I admire. And nothing I could do to convince them, even with logic and evidence I wasn't there on the day of the crime. Their minds were made up.

The police man was very clear and direct there was no evidence of crime, etc.. and he never hassled or cuffed me, just let me go.

Long story short: It was another kid with curly hair that was very attractive and one of the girls had a crush on him. They never figured it out though... this kid was a real psycho, but they couldn't see it. He probably wanted drugs or something. Criminal never caught. I confronted the manager, front desk girl and the victim in a meeting, being only like 15yrs old. Was scared, but said... let me play, or pro rate my $ back... I'm tired of being hassled about this. Ddin't do it.

I learned this:
People can think they are right... when they are totally wrong
I was impressed with the office. Maybe I was lucky. Made an impression to trust officers
I lost respect for women.. they can be blind. didn't know that before. Before that, women were like gods to me. I had to learn more to understand.
Some people are mentally ill and will bold face lie.

You?