I've had a few relationships with LVM/NVM, the most recent one being a situation in which I have come to realize that I was emotionally neglected and that emotional neglect is a form of abuse, whether or not it is intended.

Whenever I would bring up my concerns about my how emotional and physical needs were not being met (and this conversation happened far too many times over the course of a few months), his first response would usually be to reassure me that he isn't intending to hurt me or be malicious or neglectful. I finally got it through to him that his so called intent doesn't matter - the impact does, and his impact on me fucking sucked.

He was so busy with work, his house, getting his MA, hell, even his plants garnered more attention and care than I did, it seems. But he was the one who early on in dating pursued me. Then as soon as he had me all effort went out the window. He didn't communicate. I had to initiate important conversations, and he would barely contribute. I suspect he's on the spectrum which makes communication more difficult, but at 35 years old with multiple degrees and all of the information in the world available at your fingertips, he should have done his own damn research to figure out why he was so emotionally constipated and how to improve.

I think back on things that happened with us and I get so angry. He doesn't understand just how negatively his neglect impacted me. I am left wondering what I even meant to him. He couldn't even tell me that when we had our closure conversation, just that I "wasn't an afterthought to him" like he so often made me feel.

I've always been that woman who has dated men for their potential, or tried to fix them, etc. It stems from my childhood trauma which I have been in therapy for years to unpack. I have come a very long way. I had an emotionally, physically, sexually, and financially abusive ex that drained me dry for a year (luckily, only just) while I was trying to fix him with my love to no avail, of course. And then I end up with this emotionally unavailable and neglectful guy, because his abuse isn't so outright. It's really fucking me up.

I also get angry with myself for putting up with it for so long. This one lasted about seven months, and I should have ended it four months in, if not sooner than that. I'm happy to be single now and to focus on myself and it will stay that way until a king comes around and treats me like the queen I am. But damn, this healing process is a tough one to navigate.

I got back on tinder and had a few virtual dates and last night came to the realization that I am not ready to even just casually virtual date. It was draining me, and I didn't realize. It's draining to swipe through so many trash men and feel like there isn't a HVM out there for you, even though I know there is. While I'm fine being single right now, I do crave love and companionship. I'm human, and I want to share my life with someone just as incredible as me. But I'm not going to settle any longer just because I want that. It hurts so much more than being alone.

Also, I'm getting a couple of cats soon, and I can't wait to pour my love and care into them and bond with their amazing selves instead of a stupid ass man.