Thank you, Qre:US. Finally someone sees it my way. I guess there has been some kind of validation for having it posted for all to see.
That being said, considering I never got to tell my side of the story, chew on this untold nugget:
Although she admits to being hypersensitive herself, she somehow thinks it's cool to "tease" me about having the ability to leave me and go back to her ex-boyfriend (who's been sending her emails begging her to leave me and get back with him) or having the ability to fuck one of my best friends (who she's admitted being attracted to).
Oh, and the most interesting missing part from her recap: she prefaced her I-could-find-a-shiny-new-boyfriend "joke" by saying that, having been through the experience of watching her father die of cancer, she's extremely capable of accepting difficult losses, and would thus be fine if our relationship were to come to an end...
Real funny joke, eh?
Le Sigh....
And, warning, what you're about to read will be incredibly personal, and regarded to some as tmi, so, choose now to ignore this post if you're not interested in my/our ENFP/INTJ drama.
Embarrassingly enough, he speaketh the truth.
I omitted these details in my recounting of the incident, not intentionally, which is kinda scary

, but, I dunno, probably because I wasn't comfortable with accepting the nature of my daddy-issue demons that inevitably manifest themselves into my intimate relationships.
Yet another warning!!!
What I am about to admit/concede/reveal is highly personal, and does NOT necessarily, or at all, reflect ENFPs in general.
Yes, I am very much so an ENFP, but I am also an enneagram 4w5 who was raised in a family of one mother, two sisters and one absentee father who moonlighted as an abusive sadist.
I have trust issues, especially with men.
My father hurt me, and the only guy besides Z whom I ever loved, hurt me, over and over again.
Bleh!
For some reason, the whole burrito incident and the fight that ensued because of it instilled a buttload of fear within me.
Like, oh fuck, I really, really, really like this guy, like, a whole fucking lot, no, I fucking love him, is he rejecting me?
Does he not like me as much as I like him?
Am I about to get hurt, no, devastated?!?!?
And, this fear response elicits, or, rather elicited an incredibly nasty defense mechanism within me, the ol' I''l hurt you before you hurt me, asshole mixed with a lil you can't hurt me, I don't care about you, this relationship in the scheme of things means nothing, hurt me all you want, devastate me, shred my heart and soul into a million pieces, fuck you, I don't need you...
You get the point.
:blushing:
And, I hit him where it hurts, I did in fact threaten him, granted because I felt threatened myself, but, wow, if he said to me what I said to him!?!?!?
He didn't deserve those remarks, and the weight that they carried.
Nobody would, but especially him.
He's been nothing but compassionate, open, trust-worthy, and trusting towards me, and I slapped him across the face, no, the heart, the soul, because I fucking have a whole bag load of issues that are not his fault, or problem, really.
I don't know about you ENFPs, I don't know if you guys get scared and act or rather, react to your fears by going against your Fi to temporarily ease a rush of pain.
But, I am guilty of doing this, sometimes.
Z and I have discussed this, thoroughly.
And, I concede that how I reacted and what I said were deplorable, and I'm sorry, and he accepts my apology.
But....
I fucked up.
I kinda fucked up big.
Because by acting so childishly, I marred his perception of me, and more importantly, his ability to trust me.
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But, he understands that how I responded was a defensive mechanism, and a particularly offensive one, at that.
In the past, I have been guilty of juggling guys, or being with guys from a safe emotional distance.
But, with INTJ's, and with Z, the intimacy level is so strong, that it is both amazing and scary.
I care and love him so much that I fear if he were to reject me it would, in essence destroy me, for a loooooong time, too.
But, I want us to work out!!!
I love this guy, he's fucking amazing!!!
And, I hope he'll be open enough to realize that I am a wounded warrior, but a warrior nonetheless, and by warrior I mean a warrior of love, of course.
So, for any one reading this post, and who has read my previous post, I apologize for my omission, like I said, it was not intentional.
I'm a P, and an EP, at that, I write as I think, so there was no intentional manipulation going on there.
And, I apologize how I mischaracterized Z.
He had every right to be mad/disappointed/angry/let down by me.
I acted like a c*nt.
And, I'm sorry.