Then whenever your brain lies to you, I will remind you that I'm not leaving. That's the real point I'm trying to make. You're right. I don't understand what it is you're going through, but that doesn't change anything for me.
[ And then he's quiet for a minute when Bass basically calls him out. He's quiet again when he finally continues. ]
I know I hurt you, Bass, and I don't know what to say except to apologize. The only thing I can say is that I tried to deny it. And when I couldn't deny it anymore, I tried to live with the status quo. And it hurts to know that I'm causing you pain, but I couldn't keep pretending anymore, Sebastian. One of the things I promised myself when we got serious was that I was going to do better than I had with Guerin. I've lied too much in my life. To myself more than anyone.
So maybe what I should apologize for is not telling you from the beginning. I was just afraid that if I admitted I still had feelings for him, that I wanted to see where it went, that I'd be the one to lose you, not the other way around.
It's the seeing where it goes that makes everything else so hard to believe, though. Because if it goes somewhere good, eventually I'm in the way or you're trapped by a promise that becomes a burden.
You don't have to apologize for what you feel. I always knew you still loved him. Ironically, I found it comforting - it was reassuring to know you didn't just fall in and out of love. I guess I just hoped you loved me more, hoped that by trying to do better by you, I'd get the guy for once. And then I did. And now I have to learn to live with the possibility that, once again, I might lose everything. But I love you enough to accept whatever you can give me and be grateful for it. I just need to figure out how to get my broken brain to accept that, too.
Maybe if I actually believed I deserve to be loved, maybe my reaction would be different. I don't know. But if I can promise the guy who tried to kill me anything in my power if he'd just come home, I can't do less for you. I won't do less for you. Like I've been saying - your happiness is the most important thing in the world to me, so I've been trying to make that my focus: if you need him to be happy, then I'd be a selfish asshole to tell you "no." And I've been a selfish asshole for most of my life. I want to be something else for you. And maybe they can fix me so I can be.
I don’t love either of you more or less. I just…love you. Both Don’t ask me how it works because I’ve never felt like this before, but that’s the way I feel. It’s like asking a parent who their favorite kid is. …actually, never mind. My dad definitely had favorites. Bad example. But you get the point. Seeing where things go with him doesn’t mean I suddenly stopped loving you. If that’s what it meant, I would have said something.
I don’t want to be your focus, okay? I want you to be your focus. I’m not going anywhere. And if you have to call me daily to remind yourself I’m still here, that’s fine.
I just… I love you. And I want you to be okay for you.
It doesn't matter if you want to be my focus or not, Alex. You are. That's not an argument, it's a statement of fact. You're my reason. Everyone needs a reason to try and change, and you're mine. I can't be my own reason--and I do not need you arguing with me abput how I should be. I need someone, anyone, to just...accept that I'm telling you the truth of my capabilities and being as honest as I know how to be. Maybe it's not healthy.But I'm pretty sure that's why it's called "mental illness." If logic was going to make me better, I'd never have gotten as fucked up as I did.
I don't know how else to explain to you, and I know you probably don't know how else to try to get through to me. But...I'm not just being stubborn. I'm not trying to be difficult or make things harder for you. I want to believe you. I want to be okay, grateful for whatever parts of your love I get. I want you to feel at home with me, not like you're waiting for me to explode. I want you to understand that my...living with this is as good as it might get. That I'm always going to be afraid. That I'm trying to be good, but I may...act out when it gets too hard. And that none of that is your fault, and none of it is me "being unfair" to you.
[Cause he can imagine how this'll get spun, particularly by Alex's friends, except maybe Liz, who seems to understand his struggles more than anyone ever has. It's how his shit has always been spun. Sympathy for Miles for having to "put up" with him. Frustration that he can't just...get it and be better. Accusations of being difficult and overly dramatic and that he's trying to make excuses for bad behavior. Even now, when he's trying to be "good" and play the "good person/good boyfriend" role, he knows he's not doing it "right," and he'll be judged for it. It's exhausting, and he misses Hannibal who was the first person to really seem to understand, to be able to explain why he is how he is and tell him his feelings aren't his fault, that he can only be responsible for his actions, but should be honest about his feelings and stop taking them out on himself in self-destructive ways.
But that's bullshit. He's parsing every single word, trying to get Alex to understand that he's trying to give Alex what he says he needs, but that asking him to be happy about it is doomed to failure, and, honestly, a little unfair, given Bass's brain chemistry and wiring. He can control what he says and does, but not how he feels, and it's frustrating to feel like his feelings are wrong or selfish, when he's trying to be the least selfish he's ever been. ]
I don't need to call and check up on you. Contrary to what my emotional upheaval suggests, I do trust you, Alex. And I love you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be bothering with this. I'd...give up, walk away, move on, and hope for better luck next time. You're not going to get me to self-acceptance in one conversation; not when I'm fighting 30+ years of self-loathing. I just don't want to keep causing you pain. So, maybe they'll fix me, and, then, maybe I'll be better for myself, too.
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Date: 2021-05-26 02:49 am (UTC)[ And then he's quiet for a minute when Bass basically calls him out. He's quiet again when he finally continues. ]
I know I hurt you, Bass, and I don't know what to say except to apologize. The only thing I can say is that I tried to deny it. And when I couldn't deny it anymore, I tried to live with the status quo. And it hurts to know that I'm causing you pain, but I couldn't keep pretending anymore, Sebastian. One of the things I promised myself when we got serious was that I was going to do better than I had with Guerin. I've lied too much in my life. To myself more than anyone.
So maybe what I should apologize for is not telling you from the beginning. I was just afraid that if I admitted I still had feelings for him, that I wanted to see where it went, that I'd be the one to lose you, not the other way around.
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Date: 2021-05-26 03:16 am (UTC)You don't have to apologize for what you feel. I always knew you still loved him. Ironically, I found it comforting - it was reassuring to know you didn't just fall in and out of love. I guess I just hoped you loved me more, hoped that by trying to do better by you, I'd get the guy for once. And then I did. And now I have to learn to live with the possibility that, once again, I might lose everything. But I love you enough to accept whatever you can give me and be grateful for it. I just need to figure out how to get my broken brain to accept that, too.
Maybe if I actually believed I deserve to be loved, maybe my reaction would be different. I don't know. But if I can promise the guy who tried to kill me anything in my power if he'd just come home, I can't do less for you. I won't do less for you. Like I've been saying - your happiness is the most important thing in the world to me, so I've been trying to make that my focus: if you need him to be happy, then I'd be a selfish asshole to tell you "no." And I've been a selfish asshole for most of my life. I want to be something else for you. And maybe they can fix me so I can be.
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Date: 2021-08-08 08:52 pm (UTC)I don’t want to be your focus, okay? I want you to be your focus. I’m not going anywhere. And if you have to call me daily to remind yourself I’m still here, that’s fine.
I just… I love you. And I want you to be okay for you.
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Date: 2021-08-08 10:51 pm (UTC)I don't know how else to explain to you, and I know you probably don't know how else to try to get through to me. But...I'm not just being stubborn. I'm not trying to be difficult or make things harder for you. I want to believe you. I want to be okay, grateful for whatever parts of your love I get. I want you to feel at home with me, not like you're waiting for me to explode. I want you to understand that my...living with this is as good as it might get. That I'm always going to be afraid. That I'm trying to be good, but I may...act out when it gets too hard. And that none of that is your fault, and none of it is me "being unfair" to you.
[Cause he can imagine how this'll get spun, particularly by Alex's friends, except maybe Liz, who seems to understand his struggles more than anyone ever has. It's how his shit has always been spun. Sympathy for Miles for having to "put up" with him. Frustration that he can't just...get it and be better. Accusations of being difficult and overly dramatic and that he's trying to make excuses for bad behavior. Even now, when he's trying to be "good" and play the "good person/good boyfriend" role, he knows he's not doing it "right," and he'll be judged for it. It's exhausting, and he misses Hannibal who was the first person to really seem to understand, to be able to explain why he is how he is and tell him his feelings aren't his fault, that he can only be responsible for his actions, but should be honest about his feelings and stop taking them out on himself in self-destructive ways.
But that's bullshit. He's parsing every single word, trying to get Alex to understand that he's trying to give Alex what he says he needs, but that asking him to be happy about it is doomed to failure, and, honestly, a little unfair, given Bass's brain chemistry and wiring. He can control what he says and does, but not how he feels, and it's frustrating to feel like his feelings are wrong or selfish, when he's trying to be the least selfish he's ever been. ]
I don't need to call and check up on you. Contrary to what my emotional upheaval suggests, I do trust you, Alex. And I love you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be bothering with this. I'd...give up, walk away, move on, and hope for better luck next time. You're not going to get me to self-acceptance in one conversation; not when I'm fighting 30+ years of self-loathing. I just don't want to keep causing you pain. So, maybe they'll fix me, and, then, maybe I'll be better for myself, too.