Since the beginning of my relationship I’ve always struggled with being jealous of other couples who live local to one another, get to see each other often, or even live together. That’s pretty much my main goal right now, to finally be able to be with my partner full time, and I guess to see other couples achieve that so effortlessly, it kinda sucks. I so wish it was easy enough to hop in a car and go visit my partner, or just be able to decide when we wanna move in together and do it on our own accord. Instead we need approval, permission basically on when we can start our lives together, waiting endless months for a visa decision, feeling like every couple I see is being rubbed vicariously in my face.
At the same time I feel so bitter and sad for being jealous, that I can’t feel happy for others who get to have what I can’t, but I can’t help it. My boyfriend’s close friend is getting married this year, him and all his other friends, plus the bride have their own wedding group chat about it as he’s gonna be the best man, and I don’t know why but it makes me feel like crap. I wish I could be that girl, y’know? The one who got to move in with their boyfriend last year with complete ease, who’s now engaged, who’s gonna have this amazing wedding and go on to do all these things with her husband. Me on the other hand, god I couldn’t be more far away from that reality. I haven’t seen my boyfriend in months, we’re hoping may, but I really don’t know, my country is in an absolute state and it’s not getting better, so I don’t even know if that’ll happen. Meanwhile, every time I go out I see couples hand in hand, hugging, just the other day I saw what I guess was a reunion of a girl and her boyfriend, I could almost feel the second hand excitement, while asking myself, why can’t it be me?
It’s consuming. When you’re stuck in your house alone, can’t do anything or go anywhere, and you think, damn this would be amazing if he was here. I try so hard to distract myself with other things but all thoughts lead back to this, how badly I wanna be ‘that type of girl’, instead of feeling like a loser who doesn’t even get to decide when she’ll see her boyfriend, let alone ever live with him. Along with all the other hardships going on, this is just felt tenfold, am I the only one who feels so damn envious of the ones who will never know the pain of living far from the person the love, the struggles, the waiting? Sometimes I feel that way. I probably come off as so bitter, but I’m just finding it really hard. What most couples take for granted, a lazy Friday evening watching a movie together, is something I literally dream about, all you’re left thinking is why can’t it be me, why can’t it be us.
At the same time I feel so bitter and sad for being jealous, that I can’t feel happy for others who get to have what I can’t, but I can’t help it. My boyfriend’s close friend is getting married this year, him and all his other friends, plus the bride have their own wedding group chat about it as he’s gonna be the best man, and I don’t know why but it makes me feel like crap. I wish I could be that girl, y’know? The one who got to move in with their boyfriend last year with complete ease, who’s now engaged, who’s gonna have this amazing wedding and go on to do all these things with her husband. Me on the other hand, god I couldn’t be more far away from that reality. I haven’t seen my boyfriend in months, we’re hoping may, but I really don’t know, my country is in an absolute state and it’s not getting better, so I don’t even know if that’ll happen. Meanwhile, every time I go out I see couples hand in hand, hugging, just the other day I saw what I guess was a reunion of a girl and her boyfriend, I could almost feel the second hand excitement, while asking myself, why can’t it be me?
It’s consuming. When you’re stuck in your house alone, can’t do anything or go anywhere, and you think, damn this would be amazing if he was here. I try so hard to distract myself with other things but all thoughts lead back to this, how badly I wanna be ‘that type of girl’, instead of feeling like a loser who doesn’t even get to decide when she’ll see her boyfriend, let alone ever live with him. Along with all the other hardships going on, this is just felt tenfold, am I the only one who feels so damn envious of the ones who will never know the pain of living far from the person the love, the struggles, the waiting? Sometimes I feel that way. I probably come off as so bitter, but I’m just finding it really hard. What most couples take for granted, a lazy Friday evening watching a movie together, is something I literally dream about, all you’re left thinking is why can’t it be me, why can’t it be us.
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