Deep purple on the dating game
I would start to like someone just before they left for a big trip, or when they were moving half way across the country, because I knew they would have to go and it would be easier to say goodbye and keep in touch, then to break up.
I even would start to date people at work, because I always had the excuse of the job to end it.
My family once joked with me that I only kept guys around for a 6 month to a year and a half rotation.
My mother even joined in the fun and told me not to bring someone home, unless I was “serious”, because I sure had a lot of people who were “friends”.
He was the one everyone in the whole place was listening to.
He had the power to control the whole party; if you are both busy then you can’t be singled out for not being around.
If you start something that is doomed from the beginning, then you can’t be blamed when it doesn’t work out. If you are one of many to them, then it is ok that they are one of many to you.
It is an illusion, or a game to hide the ups and downs in your own schedule.
I would find something wrong with them, I would get bored, or if I didn’t have the guts, I would give them plenty of excuses to break up with me.
To understand the game, you need to first know the rules. Now this is a rule that pertains to most people, not just those who are dealing with an illness, but I think that because people who have been sick have dealt with so much sadness and disappointment in their lives, the mere thought of being hurt or sad scares them into running away from relationships and love. Just when things get good, I would rather mess it up myself and leave.