I don't get it
Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 5:20 pm
Why do we keep going back? I don't even want it anymore. I don't want any part of it. But I always go back. It's like a force that I can't fight. Please, don't anyone take this the wrong way, but God doesn't seem to be helping me out down here. I mean I know He's the one keeping me safe and preventing anything really bad from happening, for which I'm very thankful because we all know I'm not worthy of that kind of mercy. But I think maybe if I did get hurt or something really bad did happen I would stop. I mean, I would have to. Right?
I just need to stop. If I can stop then everything will be fine. Not only do I do it when I don't want to, but then I have to lie about it too. I'm living a double life here. I don't know which is worse. I don't suppose it really matters--they're both kind of equally bad. The thing that's really killing me right now is that I'm hurting other people. People who care about me. People who want only the best for me. My boyfriend says he loves me, and then I go and do this to him. Over and over again. I can't seem to stop. At least not on my own. And I don't even like it.
Why is sex such a big deal? I mean I know it was in God's perfect and holy plan and I know it's supposed to be special, but come on. There isn't anything special about it. Not anymore. Now its the same as plugging in an appliance or pushing a button on the remote. What's the big deal?
That is not to say that I'm not ashamed of what I've done. Because I am. More than you know. I just don't understand why it has to be this way. Why are shame and sex such close friends? Is that a cultural thing? Or a God thing? Or an emotional thing?
I don't really think I want a response. I just had to put this question, that will probably never be answered, out into the void.
I just need to stop. If I can stop then everything will be fine. Not only do I do it when I don't want to, but then I have to lie about it too. I'm living a double life here. I don't know which is worse. I don't suppose it really matters--they're both kind of equally bad. The thing that's really killing me right now is that I'm hurting other people. People who care about me. People who want only the best for me. My boyfriend says he loves me, and then I go and do this to him. Over and over again. I can't seem to stop. At least not on my own. And I don't even like it.
Why is sex such a big deal? I mean I know it was in God's perfect and holy plan and I know it's supposed to be special, but come on. There isn't anything special about it. Not anymore. Now its the same as plugging in an appliance or pushing a button on the remote. What's the big deal?
That is not to say that I'm not ashamed of what I've done. Because I am. More than you know. I just don't understand why it has to be this way. Why are shame and sex such close friends? Is that a cultural thing? Or a God thing? Or an emotional thing?
I don't really think I want a response. I just had to put this question, that will probably never be answered, out into the void.