Are we, as over-50 single adults, so scarred from all the break-ups and disappointments that we're simply afraid to get close? And as a result we throw up all sorts of smokescreens to keep away anyone who could possibly hurt us?
I know I have a period at the beginning of a relationship where I go into Abandoned Adoptee mode and do everything possible to push people away — reject them before they can reject me.
It's sick, I know. But don't I get a few points for the fact that I realize I'm doing it and try to put on the brakes?
Is that what happened to me this weekend? Is the Biker so scared of some woman dumping on him again, stomping on his heart and breaking his dreams, that he couldn't risk being within arms-length of me all weekend?
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