I get angry at myself for staying in relationships way too long.
Back when I was dating, the dreaded C word was Commitment. As soon as most men found out I had a child, they ran. If I ever got close enough to say the words, 'I love you,' they ran faster.
I think I have a slight fear of intimacy.
I am still very independent in my real life, and that's why I'm always trying to get out of relationships prematurely.
I find human contact repulsive.
I think I'm prone to not being a good guy in relationships.
I'm pretty horrible at relationships and haven't been in many long-term ones. Leaving and moving on - returning to a familiar sense of self-reliance and autonomy - is what I know; that feeling is as comfortable and comforting as it might be for a different kind of person to stay.
It's my nature to run from relationships, because I have never seen a good one.
Television is populated with commitment-phobes.
Right now the only people I can really fall in love with are people who don't really, truly want me around. Now why do I do that?
Fear of commitment lies behind the fear of writing.
There are people that have closed themselves off so much because they've been hurt so much in their lives.
People are so phobic and crazed about this word 'commitment.' It's weird. Everyone has taken this word to a new height of morality.
I think connection makes me vulnerable. Commitment makes me vulnerable, really.
I feel like I'm always having to justify why I haven't kept in touch with anyone from the old days in Stoke-on-Trent, but I'm like that with anybody. I don't let anybody in. I just rely on myself.
Sometimes I felt glad not to be too close to people. I might have been happier, I suppose. On the other hand, I never had much luck with people over the years.
It was said of me recently that I suffered from an Obsessional Privacy. I can only suppose it must be true.
I hate family pressures and family responsibilities. I'm more comfortable as a stranger. I always imagined I could just live in a hotel. I'm afraid of family.
I usually kept everybody at arm's distance.
I try to stay away from forced intimacy.
I'm independent. If a guy is too clingy or needy, I actually get afraid of hurting him - and I can't deal with that.
In the same way you pick idly at chips, promising this is literally your last one, you may be in a relationship that you know isn't going anywhere, but you're hungry for love, and it feels less frightening than nothing.
I'm embarrassed to say this, but I shy away from memoirs. My feeling is always that I'm saving them for later, so I guess that means I'll reach a point when I read nothing else.
I want to fall in love, I think. I've never. I know. Everyone I know's been in love or in relationships now and... There's only ever been... there's been people telling me they love me, but it freaks me out and I just run, run. I think I'm a bad girlfriend.
That common cold of the male psyche, fear of commitment.
