- Date posted
- 1y
*I think* I want to marry you? ROCD
Tonight, before my fiancé had to go home to his place, I was having difficult OCD. It was a very difficult and stressful week, and I felt disconnected from him and my body as well. Kissing him and intimacy this weekend didn’t feel the same. When I kiss him, sometimes it just doesn’t feel like anything or it doesn’t feel satisfying like kissing used to feel when I was younger. I’ve experienced this from the beginning of our relationship, but we were friends for three years before dating, too. My honeymoon stage was kind of wasted in the very beginning when he wasn’t ready to date and we ended up dating other people before finding each other again. A year or so later and we’re engaged. Tonight, right before he left, I was stressed from the fixation with kissing not feeling a certain way. And I began to feel stressed and guilty. I started asking questions like, “You’re sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me and my ocd?” He said yes, and he asked me if I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and I replied, “I think so.” Then he looked down sad, almost humorously, but still sad. And I felt terrible and responded that I do love him and want to marry him. I apologized for the things I say out of fear. And I cried. He is so good and loving and patient with me. I feel awful. I walked him to the train in the rain and I cried walking back. I called him and he stayed in the phone with me until I felt okay. I’m worried that I’m not attracted to him enough sometimes, and I feel so disoriented by my feelings of disconnection sometimes (we only get to see each other on the weekends right now, and he had to leave earlier this weekend than usual). But I want him to stay, I want to be with him. I am attracted to him and I do love him. My ocd is so triggered by the feeling of disconnection. I just want to rest and relax into this decision I’ve made and be okay with all the feelings. I think it’s okay to have days when I’m not sure— forever is a long time, and it’s normal to have doubts. But I’m scared. And the fear has physical weight and takes a toll on me. I’m afraid that I don’t love him enough to stay with him forever. But every time he leaves, I’m so sad. It feels like we never have enough time. I get acclimated to his presence and before I know it, we have to part again for another week. … sigh.