I oftentimes find myself struggling with one very big part of myself that seems to be one of the core problems effecting my self-esteem.
In my eyes... I'm a huge asshole.
I don't even know where it came from, what started me down this path, why I have this part of my personality. Maybe it's from being an only child... Getting most of what I wanted and never really having to deal with fights properly. Maybe it's from my lack of experience in relationships. Maybe it's just... Who I am deep down.
But I hate it. I disgust myself when I look back on situations and realize how nasty I was. Because of course I rarely catch it in the heat of the moment. That would be too convenient, to realize what's happening and be able to step back, apologize, catch my breath, and try again. No... I end up hurting people, most importantly my submissive, with my ways. And it kills me.
I have this... Instinct... Desire... To tell people they're wrong, to not admit to my own mistakes, and to want to tear them apart when things go wrong. To hurt. And while, over the years, I've become really good at stopping it, it still happens sometimes. I act with this malice instead of the love and affection I've built into myself.
I don't want to feel this way. And for the most part, I feel as though I ignore the disgusting tendancies really well. When the thoughts pop into my head, I can ignore them, or remind myself of what is and isn't fair. But now and then... I react. I bite. I let go of the safety measures I've instilled inside myself to fight back that part of me. And I lash out. I think terrible things of people. I do horrible things to them. And it's so, so very hard to forgive myself for it...
It's probably one of the biggest problems I have with myself. My pride. It makes me this disgusting person and it scares me. I don't like hurting people. I don't like hurting him. But I do. A lot. It makes me sick.
I'm an asshole... And I have such a hard time handling that fact. I don't like being broken this way. And, I do feel like I'm getting better at dealing with it, holding it back so I don't hurt others 24/7. But I still do it. This part of me still sneaks out now and then and takes control. It makes me do things I regret the moment I'm taken out of the situation and allowed to think rationally instead of defensively.
I wish this were like a disease, where I could get treatment to get rid of it. Have surgery to cut it out of myself. Rip it off so it doesn't effect me anymore. If only it were that easy...