In my recent bout with PMS et al., my inner needy monster came out to play. I’ve noticed that once I get into the honeymoon period with a guy, I start to flip out (at least inside my head). Everything is great…so when is everything going to blow up and go to hell in a hand basket?
When is Mr. Nice going to turn into Mr. Jerk? When is Mr. Generous going to turn into Mr. Selfish?
They say it takes 21 days to create a habit. I think there is a 21 day rule with dating, too. At least in my experience, people’s true colors start to emerge somewhere between day 14 and day 21…or the moment you start falling for them…or whichever comes sooner. I’ve dated guys where the change seems to happen overnight. I’ve also dated guys where the change is very, very gradual. He starts out very charming, full of interesting stories, cooking amazing dinners…then one day you notice he stopped trying…but you’re not sure when. It’s x months later and now that your lives are fully intertwined, he’s a jerk.
Well, that’s my experience. So, like clockwork, with Harley, my unconscious brain was going tick, tock (no, that’s not my maternal clock, thank you very much). When is he going to say something rude? When is his other personality going to take over? When is the act going to end? Is it going to happen slowly or quickly?
My body remembers every time I have felt this way. Every time, I have ended up hurt, disappointed, and lonely. For every up, there is a down. For every honeymoon, there is a…rude slap of reality? Well, sheesh, to make a long story a lot shorter, I’ve been waiting for Harley to turn into the Antichrist. And, uh, he hasn’t, but I did. All of my anxiety and fear and worry got the best of me. I turned into a pathetic, needy mess…and Harley rode it out like a champ.
Thankfully, the neediness monster went back to sleep.