A couple of months ago, I broke up with a guy I’d been seeing for four months because I felt I was no longer in love and saw more flaws than virtues in him. I ended things just hours before a trip we had planned. Two months passed, during which I saw other men (he knows this) and I even came close to starting a serious relationship with someone else. But having to see my ex every single day at work drove me crazy, and suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get back together with him. After all, he’s a man with many positive qualities, and most of our memories together are wonderful. So, I went back to him. A few days ago, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes. Now, I feel like I love him madly, but I can’t for the life of me understand how he could have forgiven me and that makes me doubt his love. In just two months, he’s really turned his life and habits around, while I just spiraled into depression, using hard drugs and going out to clubs. So, why me? Sometimes, I just want him to go back to being that man who was obsessed with me, the one who prioritized me over his studies and his job but, ironically, it was that very clinginess that pushed me away in the first place. We’re talking often, but I have this visceral fear that he’ll abandon me, get bored, or that his busy schedule will mean we see each other less and less. Right now, I’m only working part time and not studying, so I feel like a failure compared to him. I want to be with him all the time. I’m obsessed with him, and so far, he’s been reciprocating. Damn, at first, he said we needed to take things slow, but now I’m his girlfriend. I want to be with him forever, and I want him to be obsessed with me too. His family (mom and grandma) hates me, he told them everything bc he needed to vent somehow, so that’s an obstacle, but he keeps telling me that getting back together was his own choice, that he wants to be with me, and that I shouldn’t worry. But I can’t stand a routine where he’s busy and focused on his own affairs, while I’m just one small part of his life. It’s clear that I’m more attached to him now than he is to me, so I constantly overanalyze our interactions, trying to impress him, trying to be funny, putting on a fucking performance, all in the hope that he might become that boy who was once in love with me again. Sometimes I cry in front of him and tell him exactly what I’m writing here, he listens patiently and offers reassurance, but it’s not enough. At one point, he told m
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