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08 May 2026

Avoiding An Avoidant

 

The only people that I seem to have relationships with act like they are still in their late teens or early teens, yet I have never dated anyone below the age of thirty. Emotionally immature people, or avoidants, as they seem to be called nowadays should never be allowed on dating apps. It should be against the law. They should be forced to pay compensation to the partner that they mentally abuse, and they should spend time in prison, just to learn their lesson.

I will never date another person who blames me for being too anxious and to, “get help,” when they are the one who created the anxiousness. Whenever I do see a doctor and explain how I am feeling, they always tell me that I am only anxious because my partner caused me to feel this way.

 

I have seen a handful of doctors, used the Samaritans (before they removed email as a form of contact a few weeks ago) and there is an “Avoidants” group of Threads. They have all helped me to piece together the following ramble of thoughts:

 

Avoidants make deep connections with you. They show up in the beginning, vibe heavy, and then vanish emotionally, once it is real. They think that they don’t owe you communication. Meanwhile, you’re sitting there wondering what you did wrong. They confuse intimacy with danger, so when you ask questions, wanting consistency or express emotions, they see it as, “too much.” It is not too much to want transparency and care from someone you are connecting with. This causes anxiety, confusion and depression in healthy people, and make anxious people even more anxious, people who suffer from depression feel even more depressed. It isn’t “bad timing” it is emotional unavailability being normalised. This is not healthy and it is not okay. This is a form of mental abuse. Avoidant behaviour is the silent contribute to the biggest emotional damage in dating.

 

Don’t give unlimited chances to someone who offers limited effort. Repetition isn’t growth. Patterns don’t lie. If they wanted to do better, they would.

You can’t fix their lack of effort by putting in more effort. Love only works when it is reciprocated. You can’t fix someone’s inconsistency by trying harder. You fix it by stepping back and watching what they do. If they disappear when you stop working hard and chasing, that’s your answer.

Someone who keeps you “in the loop” but never commits isn’t standing by you. They are keeping you on standby. Delayed clarity is still avoidance.

Someone who cares makes space. Someone who doesn’t makes excuses. It’s not your jobs to convince someone to show up for you. It’s your job to leave, when they don’t.

The right person won’t make you earn their effort and affection. You won’t have to fight for a place in their life. They make space for you without being asked to.

Consistency is the truest form of love. Not grand gestures or empty promises, just showing up, day after day, with honesty and effort.

 

 

They don’t need you consistently, they need you on demand. Warm when they feel empty, gone when closeness activates them. Your care becomes something they access, not something they build with you.

 

You’re not a girlfriend; you’re a nervous system tool. They come close, feel safe, get overwhelmed, pull away.

 

An avoidant makes me think: If I stay calm, ask for less, and don’t push, but keep shrinking and shrinking and shrinking myself, they might communicate with me at someone point. But then you hold onto that tiny breadcrumb so tightly, with all of your desperation and you feel that you should be grateful for that teeny, tiny offering. That isn’t love. That isn’t a relationship.

 

When you bring up concern, they say that you are the problem. They shift focus onto your tone, your timing, your emotions, anything to avoid the issue. They refuse to put themselves in your shoes and see how/why you might be feeling that way.

 

They ignore your needs and act attacked when you express simple human needs. Asking for clarity, connection and basic communication gets twisted into being “too much” or “too emotional.”

 

They do what they want without considering you There is no mutual planning, no collaboration, just important life changing decisions made on their terms, without asking for your opinion, without discussing it with you beforehand. You are an after thought to their plans. They expect you to just follow along with it, because you are there.

 

Real conversations are avoided at all costs. The moment things get vulnerable or uncomfortable, they withdraw.

 

Being left feeling like everything is always your fault. Leaving you to question yourself, your worth and your expectations, even though all you wanted was basic communication and basic emotional safety. That’s not asking too much. You’re not asking for too much, you are just dealing with someone who refuses to take responsibility and expects you to carry the emotional burden alone.

 

The hardest part of a breakup is losing your best friend. Watching them turn on you, like everything we built means nothing. The thin line between love and hate. It hurts so much.

 

If you could come back and say you’re sorry, that you miss me and you want to try, I would take you back in a heartbeat. I would hold your hand and help you; we could work on things together. The most heartbreaking part is that a lot of avoidants never learn, or never change. I had an ex-partner who did. He found someone who was good enough for him to want to change. I am proud of him for learning, evolving and for not treating his, now, wife, the way that he treated me for four years. I hope that you can learn and change your ways too. I love you and I miss you, but I can’t cope with being in a friends-with-benefits situationship with an avoidant.

 

- Josie -

24 April 2026

Dream 24/04/2026

Warmth wrapped itself around her chest and waist. A soft, fluttering murmur hummed in her throat. The stiffness that had become the norm, holding her hunched shoulders high, fizzled away. A light prickle grazed the back of her neck. Letting out a soft breath, she relaxed into the sensation behind her. A warm gentle breath brushed a comforting tickle her ear. Her eyes remained closed, as she released the pressure in her shoulder blades. Another quiet murmur escaped her. A chuckle tickled the back of her neck. “I’m here,” whispered a safe, deep, comforting voice. His arms, around her chest and waist, gave a gentle squeeze. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” A small whimper escaped her, as she wrapped her arms around his and squeezed them tight.

- Josie -

08 February 2026

Jas Hook – Prologue

(Josie Sayz: I feel really excited about this piece. I do miss having someone to bounce creative ideas off. I really am not too sure where this piece is going yet, aside from the vague end goal. This piece came to me, during my walk to work, at 5:45am.)

 

Illuminated from the glow of the gentle amber radiance of the streetlamps, a silhouette of a hook swung from her right arm. The aglets of her charcoal leather boots clattered in rhythm with her swift steps. Stopping beneath the glow of a streetlight, she hooked the handle of her umbrella over her right wrist, as she slipped her hand inside her double-breasted swing coat. A glimmer of gold twinkled against the soft glow lighting, as she pressed the crown of her pocket watch, stealing a glance at the time. Returning her watch to an inner pocket, she arched her neck around, scanning the streets surrounding her. The curls of her long copper locks brushed over her shoulders, cascading down her coat’s raven-coloured felted wool. With a twitch, she adjusted her petite tan satchel and returned her umbrella to her right hand, as she strode on.

 

- Josie -

31 December 2025

Eggshells

(Josie Sayz: There is a difference between connection, consistency, and emotional presence, not constant attention. I’m not after attention. Sometimes I don't understand why people are in relationships, because they make you feel more lonely than being alone. Is there such thing as a relationship where one doesn’t feel more lonely than being alone?) 

You ask how my day went,
I’ll reply straight away,
But I know you won’t read it,
Until the end of the day.
You won’t reply
To anything I say.
You’ll just say, “Goodnight,”
Won’t even meet me halfway.

When I respond to your question,
I’ve learnt not to expect a reply,
Or for you to read my response.
I have no idea why
You message at all.
If to hear from me is a chore.
To be ghosted or left on read
I don’t know which one hurts more?

The double standards you write,
Causes me so much pain.
You expect a response in three minutes,
That you won’t read for hours; that’s okay.
You were warm and inviting.
Six months have flown by.
How long can I hurt for,
Bottle it up and then lie?

I’m not being controlling,
Asking for a, “Good morning,” text.
When you can’t manage that,
It makes me miss my ex.
I just need routine,
And a connection that’s stable.
I’m not dictating your life,
Nor without you am I unable.

I hate feeling punished,
If I’m a few minutes too late.
You withdraw your affection
And leave me in wait.
It's like a test,
And if I am good.
You’ll say, “I love you.”
Although you already should.

It's gaslighting by omission,
To put me in my place.
It makes me feel anxious,
And a complete disgrace.
Though I’ll never confess,
I’ll hide it inside.
You won’t see that you hurt me,
Or the times that I cried.

It's not just by text,
Or our phone calls too,
It hurts when I’m midsentence,
You blurt out, “I love you.”
Maybe you’re done listening,
Our you just zoned out.
It's little things, like this,
That leave me with doubts.

I love you so much.
I wish we could be together forever,
But can I withhold my feelings,
On our lifelong endeavour?
I’m not being controlling or I needy,
I wish you could see.
I’ve adjusted so much for you.
Could you try for me?

- Josie -

30 December 2025

Discovering A Secret

(Josie Sayz: I didn’t want my 300th post to be of raw pain and heartache. I wanted to celebrate and it be something happy, but I discovered a secret that I was never supposed to know, and now I can’t unsee it.)

Discovering a secret
You know you oughtn’t know,
Is filling up my heart, with such sorrow.
What began as something innocent,
A curiosity.
It has now, possibly, become the death of me.

Who’s that girl? What’s that scene?
Is feels like something from a movie screen.
Cocktails, jazz and dancing,
With her is so risqué.
How could I be so stupid?
You never look at me that way.

I have replayed the scene
In my head a million times.
Makes me feel like these past six months have been nothing but lies.
I don’t know the truth,
I did not have a clue.
The partying, nightclubs and dancing, they don’t feel like you.

Who’s that girl? What’s that scene?
Is feels like something from a movie screen.
Cocktails, jazz and dancing,
With her is so risqué.
How could I be so stupid?
I know I’ve overdue my stay.

I care about you so much,
This message comes from the heart.
This isn’t jealousy,
Or a cry of insecurity.
I do not want to be an obstacle
For who you truly want to be.

Who’s that girl? What’s that scene?
Is feels like something from a movie screen.
Cocktails, jazz and dancing,
With her is so risqué.
How could I be so stupid?
I think it’s time I go away.

- Josie -