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sugarmouse
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This is going to be a long post. Please bear with me. I really need advice.
My whole life, I’ve loved making up stories and acting them out. I’m an only child, so when I was a little kid, I’d come up with characters, decide what kind of personality and voice they’d have, make up stories about them and then play and have fun acting them out. What I mean by acting them out is, I’d put on voices, walk around the room, and so on. If the characters were in a fight, I’d throw some air-punches. If they hugged, I’d just kind of hug myself (since I was trying to be two characters at once). And so on. I remember playing make-believe games at school and getting frustrated when the other kids weren’t as “good” at is as me
If I had a problem, I’d make up a story to work out the answer. If I ever got upset, I’d come up with stories to make me feel better. For example, if I got left out of a game at school or something, and I was upset about it when I got home, I’d come up with a story where my favourite character was also left out at school and how they dealt with it, and so on. It made me feel a lot better, realising that if I could come up with answers for fictional characters then I could do the same for myself. I also liked just making up stories for fun and thought about writing them as books someday.
Anyway, when I grew up, I didn’t completely grow out of all of it. I wouldn’t really make up stories to come up with answers to problems (I’d just go over ideas myself till I came up with something), but I still loved making up the stories.
When I was nearly 14, I was getting teased at school for being unattractive. I didn’t have a boyfriend, but all of my friends did (or at least, it seemed that way to me). Looking back, I think I was really lonely.
One night I watched a movie (I’d never seen it before) that really moved me. I don’t really want to say which one because I want to stay anonymous, and I feel like if I say the movie people who know me would recognise me from reading this (although maybe I’m just paranoid
). But it moved me to tears. It was a romantic film, about this man who in love with this woman. He’s had a really difficult life, and is an outcast from society (I don’t know, maybe I related to that feeling). I was so convinced watching the movie that he’d finally find love and be happy, but at the end, the woman he loves doesn’t love him back. He is completely heartbroken and spends the rest of his life alone.
For whatever reason, I couldn’t get the story out of my head. I kept thinking about it for days and weeks afterwards because it just bothered me so much. I almost felt like I wanted to reach into the movie world and take care of him. And almost instinctively, I started thinking, “What if she did love him, what would that look like? Or if she never met that other guy, what would have happened?” Basically, I started coming up with different stories that would give a happy ending. Again, this wasn’t anything new. I often played about with stories and made changes to them. But I couldn’t get this out of my head. I think partly it was because I had a crush on this character - he had all of the qualities of my “ideal” guy. And partly, I just enjoyed making up these stories and acting them out, where he’d get his happy ending.
Years went by. I kept coming up with these stories in my free time and acting them out for fun. Again, nothing new from what I’d done all my life. The stories got more complex, like whole complete narratives (I even wrote some down, in case I might want to publish them). Still fine. But I started thinking that my feelings for this fictional guy were getting too much. I wondered, what happens if the man I want to marry isn’t at all like him? But I told myself, well, you like this guy and his personality so much, maybe that just means this is your “type”. There must be lots of guys in the real world who are like him, because you see them all the time in movies and tv and even real life documentaries and things like that. Maybe God’s even trying to tell you that this is exactly the kind of guy you are going to marry, and thinking out these scenarios will help you out later. For example, I might have a story where I’d imagine, what if he had a drug problem, and invent how the woman he loved would help him through it. I guess I figured, if my real husband had an issue (preferably not drugs, though), now I knew how to work through it all.
But then I’d have these terrible moments where I’d imagine what it’d be like to be married, and just as I was imagining what my husband would be like, I’d get an image of this fictional character, and this sudden ache of pain at the thought that when I was married, it wouldn’t be to him. I wouldn’t be able to take care of him.
I’m scared now, quote frankly. I’m scared I’ve just spent the last seven years slowly killing my future marriage. I’m scared I’m never going to be able to stop thinking about him. They’re not even really sexual thoughts. It’s just this feeling that I want to look after him. Now, if I do indeed find that my future husband really is like him (not in looks, obviously, but personality etc.) then I might be okay. But if he’s not? What if I can’t stop thinking about him when I’m married? I don’t want to be THAT wife who can’t even love her husband properly because she’s thinking about someone else.
I’ve told myself to stop all these stories about him. It’s been several days now. Most of the time I’m fine. But when I get lonely, especially at night, I still feel like all I want to do is just go back into this fantasy where I can take care of him. Maybe I just want to feel needed and accepted, I don’t know, but I’m not sure whether this is going to go away in time.
I need advice please. I also wouldn’t mind advice on how to confess all of this, because I realise I’ve been creating a romantic idol for years in my mind, and I don’t know where to begin explaining this to a priest.
My whole life, I’ve loved making up stories and acting them out. I’m an only child, so when I was a little kid, I’d come up with characters, decide what kind of personality and voice they’d have, make up stories about them and then play and have fun acting them out. What I mean by acting them out is, I’d put on voices, walk around the room, and so on. If the characters were in a fight, I’d throw some air-punches. If they hugged, I’d just kind of hug myself (since I was trying to be two characters at once). And so on. I remember playing make-believe games at school and getting frustrated when the other kids weren’t as “good” at is as me
If I had a problem, I’d make up a story to work out the answer. If I ever got upset, I’d come up with stories to make me feel better. For example, if I got left out of a game at school or something, and I was upset about it when I got home, I’d come up with a story where my favourite character was also left out at school and how they dealt with it, and so on. It made me feel a lot better, realising that if I could come up with answers for fictional characters then I could do the same for myself. I also liked just making up stories for fun and thought about writing them as books someday.
Anyway, when I grew up, I didn’t completely grow out of all of it. I wouldn’t really make up stories to come up with answers to problems (I’d just go over ideas myself till I came up with something), but I still loved making up the stories.
When I was nearly 14, I was getting teased at school for being unattractive. I didn’t have a boyfriend, but all of my friends did (or at least, it seemed that way to me). Looking back, I think I was really lonely.
One night I watched a movie (I’d never seen it before) that really moved me. I don’t really want to say which one because I want to stay anonymous, and I feel like if I say the movie people who know me would recognise me from reading this (although maybe I’m just paranoid
For whatever reason, I couldn’t get the story out of my head. I kept thinking about it for days and weeks afterwards because it just bothered me so much. I almost felt like I wanted to reach into the movie world and take care of him. And almost instinctively, I started thinking, “What if she did love him, what would that look like? Or if she never met that other guy, what would have happened?” Basically, I started coming up with different stories that would give a happy ending. Again, this wasn’t anything new. I often played about with stories and made changes to them. But I couldn’t get this out of my head. I think partly it was because I had a crush on this character - he had all of the qualities of my “ideal” guy. And partly, I just enjoyed making up these stories and acting them out, where he’d get his happy ending.
Years went by. I kept coming up with these stories in my free time and acting them out for fun. Again, nothing new from what I’d done all my life. The stories got more complex, like whole complete narratives (I even wrote some down, in case I might want to publish them). Still fine. But I started thinking that my feelings for this fictional guy were getting too much. I wondered, what happens if the man I want to marry isn’t at all like him? But I told myself, well, you like this guy and his personality so much, maybe that just means this is your “type”. There must be lots of guys in the real world who are like him, because you see them all the time in movies and tv and even real life documentaries and things like that. Maybe God’s even trying to tell you that this is exactly the kind of guy you are going to marry, and thinking out these scenarios will help you out later. For example, I might have a story where I’d imagine, what if he had a drug problem, and invent how the woman he loved would help him through it. I guess I figured, if my real husband had an issue (preferably not drugs, though), now I knew how to work through it all.
But then I’d have these terrible moments where I’d imagine what it’d be like to be married, and just as I was imagining what my husband would be like, I’d get an image of this fictional character, and this sudden ache of pain at the thought that when I was married, it wouldn’t be to him. I wouldn’t be able to take care of him.
I’m scared now, quote frankly. I’m scared I’ve just spent the last seven years slowly killing my future marriage. I’m scared I’m never going to be able to stop thinking about him. They’re not even really sexual thoughts. It’s just this feeling that I want to look after him. Now, if I do indeed find that my future husband really is like him (not in looks, obviously, but personality etc.) then I might be okay. But if he’s not? What if I can’t stop thinking about him when I’m married? I don’t want to be THAT wife who can’t even love her husband properly because she’s thinking about someone else.
I’ve told myself to stop all these stories about him. It’s been several days now. Most of the time I’m fine. But when I get lonely, especially at night, I still feel like all I want to do is just go back into this fantasy where I can take care of him. Maybe I just want to feel needed and accepted, I don’t know, but I’m not sure whether this is going to go away in time.
I need advice please. I also wouldn’t mind advice on how to confess all of this, because I realise I’ve been creating a romantic idol for years in my mind, and I don’t know where to begin explaining this to a priest.
