How Negativity Affects Your Relationship


How Negativity Affects Your Relationship
One woman discusses how her partner's negative attitude destroyed their relationship.

I loved her, but it was a heavy love. It started once we were just past that beginning stage. You know what I mean, when we were both too afraid of sending the other running to the hills screaming to even risk nagging. It was all over-politeness. "This time," we thought, "I will be perfect. I will not nag, and under no circumstances will I show jealousy. I will be cool." This was after that. The stage where we began to wonder if this could be the person we would spend the rest of our lives with.

It started with simple complaints, the kind we have all heard and occasionally use. Things like, "I'm feeling fat today" or "I just can't get my hair right." Now, I am a firm believer in the freedom to complain. A relationship that doesn't allow at least that level of comfort is doomed. So, I did the right thing, telling her that of course she was beautiful, as always. She smiled, seeming content, and we went out to dinner. As we got more settled, the negativity grew. It became complicated, involving me and her belief that I could not possibly love her. But I did, I knew I did, and I told her so, but it never seemed to make any long-term difference. The instances began piling on top of each other until they became a frustrating routine. I'm not sure if she did it because she really believed I would leave her, or because she needed the constant reassurance I always gave. Either way, it wore on us.

Looking back, it is almost as if she fulfilled her own prophecy. But in the end me leaving had nothing to do with her body or her hair. It had everything to do with the weight of her self-negativity. Believe me, I still loved her, but our relationship had become more like one between a psychiatrist and their patient. I felt cornered into being the rock. Telling her she was wonderful was not the problem, I would have told her just how wonderful she was every day for the rest of our lives, but having it forced out of me took away the joy. Our routine limited our growth, and my role as supporter limited my own ability to grieve.

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