by zezee on Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:28 am
Hi Sarahgirl,
I know how you feel. For a long time, it seemed I had some kind of homing beacon for the dysfunctional implanted somewhere on my person. I make bad jokes about seeing the photos of ex boyfriends at the post office (Most Wanted) or that I should work for the FBI as a Dating Profiler or someone who could "catch by dating" some of societies worst miscreants.
Lately, after going NC, I've been going through some stuff over this very issue. I had an interesting experience I'll share - hopefully, it will help.
I was teaching recently, a class that included two boys. One is a really good boy. He is kind and funny and responsible, mischevious but decent too. He gets into trouble because he is a kid, and irrepressible, not because of any disfunction or trouble. The other boy is darker, he always seems sleepy and kind of crabby. Someday, he will be a very handsome man. He never seems to pay attention and seems to have little respect for authority. It's like he does what he has to do, but if left up to his own options, he would choose a not so good path. He is mean to the other children. What was interesting was that these two people were positioned right next to each other, and so different in nature. Interesting.
Recently, I was pondering these two males and realized that if they were grown men, I would naturally "gravitate" towards the darker one. He seems like he would be more interesting and more of a challenge if he was an adult male.
I need to say, I'm no wierdo - I was just considering these kids, how they seemed to be general types, if that makes any sense.
Well, the nice kid talked with me about something and he smiled at me, a sweet kind smile, and instantly, I flashed back to being a young woman and thinking no one nice like that would ever like me. I considered myself damaged goods, and profoundly unloveable. Instantly, I wrote off all the nice men that crossed my path as being too good for me. Another part of me was fearful of letting someone love me, someone who was good, for fear they too wouldn't want me and then my unworthiness would be doubly confirmed in the worst sort of way.
The bad types were, in their own way, predictable. I could play out my role, and when rejection or abandonment (or if I had to flee out of self preservation) occured it was not unanticipated. In a sorry sorry way, I got to be in control. And no, they never really were interesting, not when the infatuation wore off.
Well, the dark kid showed his true colors - he poured his drink all over the nice kids lunch and ruined it. He tried to stomp a grasshopper the nice kid was looking at for no reason other than that he wanted to hurt something.
I asked him about it, about what was going on and he said: "I am angry my sister got to stay home. She isn't really sick and she gets to play video games all day." He was mad mad mad about those video games (that is his main interest) so he took it out on the other kid. He does this regularly, too. Sad, isn't it? I suspect he comes from a home where there is abuse. He is a favored, loved child,yet he is way too comfortable hurting others when he is unhappy or upset.
Memories of nmom's preferences came to mind, condemnations of goody goodies and pollyannas, she would have preferred the bad one completely. I was raised to caretake, in a culture that views meanness as the result of pain - so I gravitated towards mean men because I believed "love cures all" and so on. I thought I could help them, and then they would really love me. So some of my choices were conditioned from youth. Much of it, though, was rooted in self hatred.
I made the decision that I do not want any more dark men in my life. I'll be single until the day I die rather than go back. If I missed my chance for a happy relationship with a kind and gentle man, then I did and there is no remedying it. Life is what it is, and it's good. But I can make sure that my daughter has a better life. She is in the same class as these boys and we could talk about their choices and behavior. I was delighted to learn she likes the sweet boy and looks upon him with far more favor than the dark boy, who she views as trouble.
I see my attracting and being attracted to loser-men, dark hearted types, as something complicated: I was raised to play that role, but internally, I had a deep self loathing that made it frightening to even consider a relationship with a good guy because when he rejected me (which I expected) then wow, this must the final confirmation that I am truly unloveable. I felt I could never survive such a thing. Thus, I have been involved with some interesting but dark hearted men who tended to use me and then abandon or reject me, or made it necessary for me to flee.
In the past few years, I've become made it a point to know good men, to be around good men, and I am thankful for good men and dagnabbit, if I ever met one who was single and right in other ways, why, I'd go for it.
This has been my experience, I hope sharing it helps you in some way.
PS: One very important thing to remember and NEVER EVER forget is that we live in a seriously twisted world. I had a psychologist say to me: there are alot of a--holes out there. I know, because I work with many of them. If you date one, don't be too hard on yourself, just get out of it and look for someone nice. There are just alot of troubled people out there.