By Linda C J Turner Therapy
I used to think self-love was about bubble baths and spa days.
But now I know—self-love is what rises when you stop chasing connection with someone who refuses to meet you there.
For so many years, I stayed busy.
Distracted. Numb.
Running on autopilot just to survive the emotional terrain I lived in.
Every night I poured a drink—not to celebrate, but to silence the noise. The criticisms. The indifference. The coldness that seeped into every corner of our home.
I filled my calendar with anything and everything—walks with girlfriends, errands, projects—anything to avoid the ache of what I already knew deep down:
He didn’t want to share a life with me.
Not really.
I would suggest walks, but he was “too tired.”
Cycling? He got to the end of the driveway, gave up, and got angry.
Swimming? Only if his family was around.
Padel? “I hate it.”
Cooking together? One meat pie, and then—nothing.
Tennis? I was “rubbish,” so he quit.
Every effort I made to build connection was met with resistance, rejection, or ridicule.
And yet, I kept trying—because I believed this was love. I believed if I just worked harder, softened more, gave more, tolerated more, he’d finally choose me back.
But what I’ve learned since is this:
đź’” Love should not be a solo performance.
đź’” You should not have to convince someone to enjoy life with you.
💔 And if you’re doing all the emotional heavy lifting… that’s not love. That’s loneliness with another person in the room.
I never really knew what self-love was before.
Because when you’re constantly surviving emotional neglect, there’s no space for self-love.
There’s only coping. And pretending. And hoping. And grieving what never was.
But now?
Now I swim whenever I want.
I walk for miles with my dog.
I play, explore, rest, eat, read, laugh—without waiting for permission or company or crumbs of attention.
I no longer beg to be seen. I see myself.
And I’ve made a vow to myself:
đź”’ Never again will I entertain a man who does not want to share his life with me.
I don’t want empty promises. I don’t want to pull teeth to create joy.
I don’t want someone who “loves me” in theory but refuses to show up in practice.
I want partnership. Depth. Joy. Growth.
And if that doesn’t come—then peace alone is better than pain together.
🧠Psychological Insight: Why This Hurts So Deeply
Neglect in relationships often goes unseen—but it can be just as damaging as overt abuse. When someone constantly dismisses your bids for connection, you begin to question your worth. You feel unlovable, uninteresting, too much, or not enough.
But the truth is: it wasn’t you.
You were just trying to share your life with someone who had no intention of doing the same.
And realizing that is painful—but it’s also liberating.
Because when you stop trying to pull love from a stone, you start discovering the endless well of love within yourself.
đź’¬ If this speaks to your heart, you’re not alone. You are not “too much”—you were just with someone who gave you far too little.
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