Howdy, Stranger! (Ha.)
This thread has me thinking of all my past rejections and I'm arriving at the conclusion that there are just too many to list, but here are a few:
* The guy I asked to a school dance who told me he couldn't go because he was working; but when MY FRIEND asked him, he suddenly didn't have to work, and wound up going with her.
* Another guy I asked to yet another school dance and he told me no... but when the blond, blue-eyed sister of one of the rmost popular girls in school asked him, he said yes.
(Are y'all noticing a trend here? I guess it's pretty obvious--I can't dance and all of those guys must have known it.
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The worst was still on the way, though, which was the day I stood in court and had to hear my once-husband tell everyone publicly that he was leaving me. The judge asked him why, and he stammered with a reason, saying he couldn't talk to me anymore, and I think... that he was trying to tell them that he didn't love me anymore... But to be honest, I was trying to mentally project myself elsewhere because I couldn't bear to hear it, especially in front of an audience. After all, there's no better feeling than having your spouse tell the whole world that he is rejecting you.
As most people here know, I am adopted, so the toughest thing for me was trying to wrap my head around the thought of having both my birth parents and then my husband reject me, and without giving me any solid reasons. I mean, I would say that these are pretty crucial people in one's life, and when you aren't given a reason as to why someone (especially that important) can't love you, you start to make up the reasons in your own head.
I still do that to this day. As much as I might want someone to like me, there is a part of me that still thinks, "Oh no. You can't possibly feel anything for me. Just ask my parents and my ex-husband..." And you start to go through your list of about 3,000 reasons you've come up with that these people must have not been able to love you, and why anyone else won't be able to, either.
I'm sorry I can't pretty it up, but I'm fairly certain that death would hurt a lot less than that kind of rejection. To be honest, I try to block it out.
And I guess in time, life seems to distract you with other things, and, mercifully, you find that you don't think about it nearly as much as you used to.