I used to believe that it was me. I used to believe that if a relationship went through a dry or untended period, it must be because of me.
It was something I had done. It was something I had said.
It was something I hadn't done or said, but that I should have.
I had gone too far. Not far enough. Crossed a boundary without respecting it.
Mostly, it must be because I was lacking in some important way.
I would make myself crazy -- actually crazy -- trying to figure out what it was. I would blame myself. I would think less of myself. I would earnestly believe that there must be something wrong with me. Something I needed to fix.
But that was something that proved impossible because of one important detail.
It was never about me. And eventually, I learned that.
Maybe it was about how busy they were.
Maybe it was about the stress level in their lives.
Maybe it was even about the priority, or lack thereof, they put on our relationship.
But it truly wasn't about me. It certainly wasn't about my worth as a person. And there really wasn't anything I could do to change what was.
Somehow... somehow that was freeing. And I stopped chasing them.