I’m Sorry I Hurt You in Order to Save Myself: What Introverts Feel but Don’t Always Say

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He tentatively reaches across the bed with a warm gentle hand and I … recoil.  I just need a few more delicious moments of morning mind.  I need that gauzy, thought- Maren Kathleenweaving space of nourishing idea play where I breathe fully and smile involuntarily.  I need that space where I belong solely to myself.

He rolls away, stares at the ceiling and blinks back rejection.  With a sigh he heaves himself out of bed and leaves me in my space.

I am so sorry. I can’t give to you right now.  I’m so sorry.

The above scene is from the end of my marriage. I appear selfish and cold but what you don’t know is that at that point I was so raw and over-stimulated from years of exposing my introverted nature to the harried, competitive demands of externally-driven living that I couldn’t bear the softest touch of a…

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