When a woman isn't adored by her father her brains imprints with emotional propensity for men who treat her in a similar way. If that male attention is missing, then that girl grows up in many cases to be a woman who either deflects comment of adoration because it's so alien to her. There is a void where a genuine sense of her female self should be. A woman like that would be particularly vulnerable to emotional charmer who say exactly the right thing to get some pussy.
Eventually most woman declared a halt to romance on a subconscious level, regardless of how much the conscious mind protests that they want to met someone to fall in love with. The reason? They can't stand who they become once in a relationship, and just rather not do it. Once you see that every relationship you've encountered the same demon----your own---you realize that until you deal with that demon, you'll never find true love. For the demon blocks it. This demon take various form in your self-sabotage: insecurity, jealousy, anger, control, neediness, and not having patience or whatever form of personal in authenticity leads you time and time again to either attract the bad ones or blow it with the good ones, It is naive to underestimate that demon's power.
After one of her romances goes desperately sour, most woman would say....."another one like that would kill me!" I understand what that means and so can most people mean. There comes a time when you feel like the high of romance isn't worth the pain of its demise, when the risk of romantic diaster outweighs the thrill of the ride.
This doesn't mean you don't still crave love---the craving itself never stops. As a matter of fact, at just the point when you've had enough, the very fact that you have had enough is what causes your breakthrough into the awareness tht sets you free. It's often when love has hurt you the most that you come to see how and why you set youself for all that pain. You are forced to deal with you.
Your negative relationship patterns are reflections of your childhood wounds, which you have to rennact until you heal them. Until the work is done on some level, there is no getting off the wheel of suffering. Our subconscious mind aren't wrong in cutting us off from love and sex for a while, as the work is being done and deeply absorbed into our system.
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