Last night I was reading “The Girl on the Train” for book club, and one of the characters describes how she feels like someone has been in her house and has touched all of her stuff, even though nothing is out of place. I don’t know why yet, but my guess is that her intuition is correct.
It reminded me of this time when I came home and felt the same way. Except something was out of place. The TV was on some channel that I never watch. I was momentarily afraid. Then I called my boyfriend at the time and he said he had gone into my house to hang out for a while because he was hiding from his ex-wife. I thought that was weird. Why in the world would he not have told me that? Or asked me if he could go to my place? Why did he just feel like he could go over there like it belonged to him?
There were other similar things that he did that used to drive me crazy. Use my mugs and then take them home and put them in his cabinets. Go into my drawers and wear my t-shirts and then take them home and put them in his drawers. Pick up my computer and start using it without asking me. Change the saved radio stations in my car to the ones that he listened to. No matter how many times I told him not to do these things. It enraged me.
There were psychological boundary violations, too. He would purposely not respond to my calls and texts when he was up to something and would then accuse me of being too needy. In retrospect, it’s pretty clear that he was the one who needed me, but it struck a cord with me, so I didn’t know which one of us was crazy. Maybe we both were.
Although it was mostly him.
When these memories come up, I’m glad that I’m not in a relationship. I continue to struggle with not knowing when I’m feeling someone else’s feelings. It all feels the same to me. It makes it a little easier if there’s no one here in my life, invading my physical and psychological space. But how long do I have to be alone before I know that it’s safe to invite someone back in?
This ex who could not differentiate my stuff from his own once told me that as a kid he used to have nightmares of being in a room with no walls. That would be a terrifying thing. I imagine maintaining or protecting boundaries is easier to do if there are already walls built into the spaces in your mind. But how do you know where to put them, if all of your life there’s just been this undefined space?
I still don’t have the answer for that. Although one clue seems to be that, if I meet someone and the thought of them makes me anxious or angry, that’s probably a sign that I might not want to go out with them.
Amazing post. So much insight. I really have nothing to add to your words, just wanted to let you know I loved this! (Makes this comment sound useless, but oh well!)
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Thanks! Praise is never useless 😀.
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Very true! 😉
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Always trust your intuition. That is a good book, hope you like it!
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Thanks Robyn! I’m enjoying it so far.
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You gave this a real interesting perspective. That last paragraph, especially, resonates with me. After eight years in a relationship that I knew was going nowhere, I realized that I always became agitated on the day boyfriend was coming over. That was not the right reaction. I should have been happy about it, and I wasn’t. I also realized that I shared my space, my life, and family with him; and he shared nothing. Why’d it take eight years. I’m happily single.
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Being single has definitely been better for my mental health. Thanks for the comment.
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I can relate to this from an ex of mine! Thanks for sharing this.
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That’s why they’re exes. Thanks for reading!
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