First of all, I am so sorry this is happening. I cannot help but feel like I have misled you or lied to you. Please know that I never wanted to be the person I am. It’s not something I chose, nor is it something I can change. I am also truly sorry for being this way and for not being able to tell you straight away. That brings me to the next thing: telling you. I really have been wanting to but, as my posts have shown, it’s been such a difficult journey to get to today. I won’t lie, there have been quite a few times where I thought ending my life would be the best and safest option, so that you’d never have to know or suffer the embarrassment that I would cause you when you find out.
The reason I’m writing this particular post isn’t to dodge having to tell you in person. Hopefully by the time you read this, I will have already told you. I’m writing this as a further explanation. A way to explain myself should we end up arguing or splitting up. In the heat of the moment, it’s always difficult to say what needs to be said or it can be too easy to wander off topic – especially as I know you’ll have a lot questions. I don’t blame you. You deserve answers to those questions and I hope this post (and the entire blog) provides those answers in my absence, should you ask me to leave. A part of me wonders if I should pack a bag in advance, ready for when I tell you. The irony is, I wouldn’t even know what clothes to pack. Haha. Sorry, I shouldn’t really joke at a time like this. I guess I’m just trying to find a way to keep myself calm as I write this. Especially given my recent relationship with certain painkillers.
Please know that until I knew what to say to you, there didn’t seem any point in potentially ruining your life for no reason – especially if all this turned out to be a mistake or a phase. I’ve always been honest and told you everything, which is why this has destroyed me over and over every single day. Since I started this blog, I’ve been trying to figure out what and who I am…but I still don’t fully know the answer. I think I know…but denial is what also stops me from knowing the full answer. I’m also scared too. Not just scared for me, but also for you.
You’re a casualty in the ongoing battle between my body and my brain. It upsets me so much to know that I have failed to be the person that you need or thought I was. There’s a lot to lose and so I needed to make sure before I made the decision to say something. Thinking back to the time we went to the pub and I opened up about why I thought you’d hate me, I should have mentioned this – or at least the possibility of this. But the thing is, I was able to suppress it then. I could force it to the back of my mind and distract myself. Anger over things that had happened in my life fuelled my self-hate, which in turn gave me a way to hide or ignore this part of me. I honestly and truly thought I had it all sorted and that it wouldn’t affect us. If there was any doubt or if I thought for a minute that things could turn out this way, I would have made sure to not get you involved. I admit I was so naive to think that. And now, you suffer potential embarrassment and shame in a life that’s suddenly been turned upside down because of me. I wish I could fix that for you.
When we first met, I knew you were the one for me. I trusted you entirely. I even asked you to look after my drink so that weird stalker guy didn’t try anything!! The more I was around you, the more I could feel some kind of peace. That I didn’t have to constantly battle the world on my own. At the same time, it made me realise I could let my guard down and be more of myself. I felt complete for the first time in my life. I cannot thank you enough for letting me feel like that. I guess that’s what ultimately led me down this path of self-discovery. Just to clarify, I’m not saying this is your fault. Not at all. If anything, you’ve just been you: the caring and genuine person that you are; the person I fell in love with and wanted to marry within a few weeks of knowing you. Remember the conversation we had at the flat one day, where you asked why I chose to wear or look the way I do? And I said I felt comfortable enough to do so around anyone for the first time in my life? Well, that’s the light you provide in my life. It’s my fault for then not being able to control this properly, allowing things that I thought I could ignore or lock away to gradually emerge.
None of this changes the way I feel about you. It never will. However I acknowledge that you finding out will affect the way you feel about me. I honestly don’t blame you. Remember me telling you recently about the nightmares I’d been getting where we’re not together? Well, this is why. I know that when you start looking for or wanting to be with someone else I’ll be powerless to do anything. I wouldn’t stop you. I gave up the right to have any say in the future of this relationship the day I told you the truth about me. There’s only 1 person to blame for all of this, and that’s me. How I now deal with the pain of causing all this is something I must take responsibility for. I refuse to ruin your life any further.
Just know that I am so proud of you and how far you’ve come as a person since we first met. In a way, I’ve have been doing all I can to subtly prepare you for this, so you can continue to succeed and do well regardless of whether I am in your life or not. No matter what happens, I won’t ever stop loving you. It would be impossible to. I know I can’t fix or change myself to the point where things can go back to how they were. Believe me, I have spent the last few months trying. I can totally understand the tough decisions you now face, and I am truly sorry to be the one that has caused you to have to go through this. It’s something I can never ever forgive myself for. All I ever wanted was for you to have the best and to be the one that protected you. As much as I always do everything to give you all I can and to look after you, I have failed at protecting you from myself. Something I never saw coming.
Thank you for loving me and for being you. I know I don’t deserve such an amazing love anymore and I am so very grateful to have experienced it.
All my love forever
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