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How Do I Stop Worrying About My Relationship?
If we're being honest, we all worry about what others think. Some may worry more than others, but we all do. We all have something we absolutely don't like about ourselves whether it be physical, emotional, intellectual, etc. A common myth is that once you're in a relationship, or even when you get married, it all goes away. That is a straight lie. If anything, the insecurities become amplified. Not only are you trying to impress your significant other, but also his friends, family, ex-girlfriends, and the list goes on and on.
This is How to Stop Stressing Over Your Relationship:
In my article on why guys suddenly lose interest , I discussed how caring too much or stressing over your relationship can irreparably damage it. The article sparked an avalanche of e-mails and comments from women who were feeling panicked over the state of their relationship. This is exactly the problem Eric and I have been addressing at length, not only on the site, but also in the newsletter and on our Facebook accounts. But I realized that identifying the problem is only half the battle. The next step is to get to the root of it and figure out how to solve it. When you eliminate the care or worry or stress or whatever you want to call it , you are free to really be in the relationship. You can see the other person for who he is and you can give yourself to him freely — no strategy, no game-playing, no manipulation.
We have a great relationship but I constantly worry that something will happen that will make us break up. Please tell me how I can stop this? For example , you might notice that a lot of couples break up after a long term relationship and start worrying if that will happen in your relationship as well. So you worry if he might decide to leave you, or something happens that causes a rift in the relationship. Negativity does not serve any purpose but to resist the flow of well-being into your life.
Not sexually, but in the way where I wanted to be her. She used to take me out to this little Italian bistro on in Los Angeles, and we would drink and smoke, and I would listen dutifully to her as she bestowed me with her year-old wisdom. One early evening, we were talking about her new boyfriend, when she paused dramatically, blew a graceful cloud of smoke out of her red lips and whispered, "He might be 'the one. A few months later, they broke up. She told me over the phone at 2 am that she wasn't even sad. Nothing bad had happened; her feelings had just changed.