How to tell stripper girlfriend I can't take it, without being unfair?
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I'm quickly coming to the conclusion that as much as I can try to 'deal with it' – I'll never be emotionally secure enough, happy enough, and feel intimate enough with her, to be able to share the specialness in our relationship that was the whole reason we were together. We both come with a decent amount of baggage, but we accepted it because we were so in love, desperately, for so very, very long. Much longer than any normal 'honeymoon' period we have ever had with anyone else.
My question is this - how do I describe the feelings of pain I go through? Even to myself to adequately read and write the words that capture what I'm feeling.
I don't want it to sound selfish or just based on shallow, emotional insecurity or weakness. I'm not some barbaric guy with a huge fat ego. There is just a pain that I can't put my finger on. Is it my own self-esteem? If so, how do I describe that? Is it loss of respect?
I don't want to exaggerate it, but it is something like, feeling drained, humiliation, worthlessness, the loss of something sacred and intimate between us. Because I so much want to support her. I so much want to feel like I'm emotionally strong enough to say that these aesthetic things shouldn't have value in our bond with each other. She asks why the other 6 days a week we spend together when she isn't working can't be what our intimacy is based on. Loss of exclusivity, a value on feeling special and unique to share her visual naked body with others….
I just don't know how to describe it to her….so that I can just get it out there, let her feel it, understand it, without her feeling like I'm drowning her in my own emotions – so we can see how we can deal with it. Or what we need to do, what steps to take, to see if we are ever able to deal with it. Or if it is just a downward spiral that inevitiably ends in us breaking up. I've held in a lot of resentment, swallowed a lot of anger, and I don't ever want that to explode on her; like it has in the past when something completely unlrelated released all my pain on to her and there was way too much yelling and kicking of chairs.
In the past we've discussed it... and I grow in security and comfort and I've verbally supported her, taken her shopping for new clothes and been able to be there for her... she can logically show me the silliness of my jealousy... until the night comes and I'm home alone waiting for her to come back...