Like the title says, I dated a therapist last year.
I'm going to be careful not to identify that person or make any disparaging comments, as I don't want to impact her professional career in anyway.
However:
There's one hell of a story here and I'm going to share it.
Since my divorce, I've been on the dating app several times. I've had some incredibly great relationships come from that, and some very poor ones. Needless to say during that time I learned a lot about myself, what I need, and how to conduct myself.
Before I go further, let me preface that I have childhood trauma due to neglect, and a whole host of other anxieties as a result of growing up extremely neurodivergent in the 80s.
So let's just acknowledge those things upfront : I have abandonment wounds, and I have a mixed anxious-avoidant attachment style. Luckily, I'm aware of these things which gives me the ability to intervene when they begin to play out, but it's not always perfect.
That said, while on the apps, I matched with a particular woman several times on different applications. It happened frequently enough that it had become sort of comical, and we would joke to one another in chat, but we never managed to actually go on a date.
Then last year, when I was on the apps again, I matched with her yet again. She sent me a very warm message and a joke that we had matched once again. It was genuinely pretty funny in retrospect, and one of the sweetest moments I've had interacting on those apps.
She quickly asked me out, we met at a local bar in Des Moines, and we hit it off. Like we really hit it off. It was stellar. There was an instant connection there.
Over the course of the next year we bonded super fucking hard. Very close, very tight, we spent a ton of time together, we traveled together, we said the sweetest words to one another. She helped me through a lot of my trauma and taught me mechanisms for healing. She was patient with my wounding and was extremely careful during triggers and incidents. She held an enormous amount of space for me in her heart and in her world so that I could continue to grow.
In return, I gave her the most beautiful and loyal love imaginable. I was by her side constantly, communicating constant, sending reassurance and kind words, and gifts, and so on. It an absolute romantic dream.
We took it a little slow at first, but it ramped up very quickly, and we both realized that we wanted to be with each other forever. I'm not sure if I genuinely believe this now, but I want to pretend that I do to shield my heart.
It was really that good.
Now we had conflict like any other couple, mind you, and sometimes it was hard to manage. I had a lot of abandonment anxiety, so I was occasionally worried that she was upset with me or wanted to leave me. She on the other hand has some narcissistic trauma, so she was worried that I would cheat or I would cold shoulder and ignore her.
We did a ton of work to move through those things. I'm talking shit loads of work. Real work. The brass tax. We had discussions, we put plans in place, we used applications to share and open up to one another.
It was like being in a year-long therapy session with somebody who I was deeply in love with and willing to fight for. I get my best to always acknowledge my failures and listen to her wisdom when possible.
I took her advice, I followed through when she asked me to do things, and I was absolutely the most loving and caring man she has ever had, and I say that with absolute confidence.
I poured my everything into that relationship. I sacrifice parts of myself to be the best person that I possibly could.
And in many ways, she did the same for me.
This is where I stop and say that, although the relationship itself felt amazing and virtually everything was clicking, I had been slowly building up a weird paranoia and feeling that something wasn't quite right with either her or our relationship, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
And this wasn't your standard anxiety paranoia, my pattern recognition was picking up on something real. I wish I had trusted my instinct at that time but I chose to trust her instead because that's what a good partner does.
For clarity, she had been dating since her divorce, and she had dated quite a few people. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't able to find it, so she kept looking, but during that time she burned through a lot of humans... many of them she stayed in contact with because she was a good person and emotionally resilient.
So she had lots of former lovers and partners within her circle, some of them being so close that they came to regular weekly meetings at her house for therapy sessions.
I'm not a terribly insecure person, but I do have abandonment and cheating wounds, so I brought this up a few times, and she was very kind and very graceful in disarming my anxieties and making me feel safe.
But even though I felt safe, it was still awkward for me to know that she had so many former partners that were regular contacts, because that's just not my style. However, I chose to accept it at face value because I believed she had integrity.
Over the course of the relationship, she was in contact with some of these folks from time to time, sometimes I knew, sometimes I didn't. On more than one occasion, I got mixed feedback from Herr regarding contact with former lovers, and it was confusing, but I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. There were a few yellow flag moments in there where she wouldn't completely answer the question or she would claim not to remember, which again is perfectly fine and reasonable, nobody is a perfect narrator of their own experience.
But this all culminated one day after we took a trip to Texas with the family.
As we, we're in bed one night, she mentioned to me that she was texting her old boyfriend from college, who is also in Texas. She then also mentioned that he's a six foot five black guy (I heard "big black guy").
That definitely caught me off guard, but I didn't think anything of it immediately. I thought why the hell did she throw that detail in, but I didn't ruminate on it.
At least not until the next day. I started thinking about all the other times where she had talked to ex boyfriends, but had been a little shallow, explaining it to me, or inconsistent, explaining it to me, or outright not remembering and I started to get paranoid.
For context, she's never had a relationship that lasted longer than six months. I was literally the first one and we were at a year at that point.
So I was already worried that perhaps her old patterns were going to re-emerge and she was going to need to find another partner. I assumed she was addicted to dating or something, but I just didn't want to end the relationship.
As my paranoia grew (after our her comment) I decided to try and employ some of the things she had taught me.
Instead of sitting around and freaking out internally and just bottling it up, I wrote out a very intentional and direct email with gentle language. I laid out my concern, asked why she had said that, and told her how it made me feel.
Incredibly, she responded with kindness and respect, giving me a nice long response, describing why she had accidentally said that and what it meant, and then she went on to apologize for hurting me.
That would've been perfect EXCEPT that during the message she sent me, she reframed the comment as "I said 6 foot five black guy, not big black guy"
That one statement right there was the problem. She wasn't taking full accountability. She was implying that I had misheard her, and I was hurting myself by misunderstanding.
I don't think it matters if she said big black guy or 6 foot five black guy, the implication alone is ridiculous, especially when you're saying something like that to your current partner in bed.
Like what the fuck, why would anybody even say that? Furthermore, if you did say it, why wouldn't you just own it and move on instead of trying to reframe it?
So anyway, she chose to reframe it more than once. I didn't accept her apology initially because I was upset that she was still trying to slice off accountability and pretend that I had somehow misheard her and it's my fault for being upset.
So we cold-shoulder one another on the ride home. It was a ridiculously long drive back from Texas so it was very tense at some moments.
We stopped halfway along our drive to get a hotel in Missouri, and when we got there, she said she was gonna get three rooms instead of two so she could stay by herself.
This was a massive trigger for me. I'm talking fucking huge. I can't stand to be away from my partner like that, especially not when we're angry.
Her parents noticed that we were having a tough time and they said, "we're gonna go inside and you too can continue your conversation out here," to which I looked at her (she wouldn't make eye contact) and said back to her parents, "not needed, I think we're done here,"
She decided to roll with that statement and claim that I broke up with her in that moment, in heat of that issue, even though we both had agreed upon safeguards that wouldn't allow us to break up in a fight. Not me, not her, neither of us. We had just been through one of those incidents a month or two ago and we had laid that down as a firm action plan.
We had to do that because my abandonment wound makes me want to run sometimes, and I'm aware of it, and it's a temporary trigger that is actually manageable but you've gotta have some plans in place.
Anyway, so we went and stayed in our separate rooms, and then the next morning when we came out, she wouldn't talk to me. She just kept mumbling that I had broken up with her.
I repeated back several times no, that's not what I'm trying to do here, but I was very upset. You want to stay in your own room last night.
She refused that, and then during the drive home I watched her progressively get more and more angry while sitting there in silence. I tried to hold her hand, I tried to reassure her, I tried everything I could to bring her back to Center but she chose anger instead.
She literally chose anger at that moment and I'll never really know why. It was very unlike her. Totally out of character.
So by the time we got home, it was only the two of us sitting in the vehicle, I had already taken her house key out and put it in the center console because I expect that she was going to ask for it, so she picked it up and said I guess we're done.
I looked directly at her and said no I don't want this, this is not how we're supposed to end. We're not supposed to do this way.
She said she didn't care, that I had triggered her in the worst way, and that she couldn't be with me anymore.
The woman who was just telling me that we are soulmates, partners, making travel plans, making future plans, talking about how stable we are whispering in my ear, how much she loves me and reassuring me that we are good.... proceeded to dump me during a heated exchange that was about a simple miscommunication.
She then told me that she was going to have men as friends and that I needed to learn how to deal with it, and if I couldn't, then I would have to live with that consequence.
But the problem wasn't that she had male friends. It was this pattern of strange dishonesty, or if it wasn't dishonesty, circumstance. I'm willing to believe that circumstance just made it look weird.
But ultimately, she put it on me, calling me, insecure, turning around on me, making it my problem for being vulnerable and having wounding.
So instead of taking care of my heart and holding my wounding with care, she chose to enjoy a brief moment of power. She looked right at me and told me I'm going to have to go on my own path, I'm gonna have to sit with my choice to break up with her (which I told her I didn't want).
The woman, I loved, the woman with the most emotional maturity I have ever seen forced it on me like a punishment. The words she used in the way she used them were so devastating and so out of character. I'll never forget them.
She didn't have the audacity to tell me that maybe in 6 to 8 months after I've worked on myself we could get back together. As if she's some sort of prize at the end of the wheel of therapy, just waiting to be snatched up once I've fixed all of my broken pieces so that I can be lovable again.
The application she made right there was that she can't love me in my current form which she had been doing for an entire year without question. Suddenly, every safeguard we had, every talk we had, every reassurance we made was null and void in an instant.
She told me she doesn't do break ups like this, but that I had ruined her somehow. All of that emotional maturity that I had come to rely on melted away, and I saw somebody I don't even know for the first time.
I'm not sure if I was dealing with a covert narcissist, or just somebody with severe trauma that they've been hiding the whole time.
My more angry side wants to say that it's just a selfish woman who has been wrapping her trauma in the tapestry of being a professional therapist, but again I don't want to speak ill about her because I genuinely do think she's a good human.
We haven't spoken since then. Not a peep. We went from being the deepest lovers known to man to apparently the biggest strangers.
I don't know how she was able to do that because I have been an absolute wreck. I am pining so hard, I am going through serious motions, physical and mental. Things that I thought I had established we're all ripped out of underneath me and seriously struggling, but I'm getting professional help.
She had brought me to a safe place, finally, after all those years of trauma and abuse by my parents. She had finally taught me to trust again, she had taught me how to love again, and she had given me the space to grow and learn how to address my problems in a healthy way.
And then one day, she just pulled the rug. She pulled it in the worst possible way.
She chose to make my worst nightmare come true to punish me.
And I'm just not sure how to internalize that.