Addicted to Love

This problem is more common than you'd think

Online dating has given me an uncomfortable look at what it means to be addicted to love.

The entire process is intoxicating. That includes the first glance at a profile to texting someone and finally meeting. I try to stay detached during this initial stage. Yet, in the back of my head, I hate to admit that I enjoy the first rush of excitement too much.

Online dating has forced me to take a long, hard look at myself. What I’ve discovered is deeply disturbing. I now wonder if I used to be addicted to love.

My First Experience with a Love Addict

I met my first love addict when I was a practicing psychologist. During our initial counseling appointment, an attractive young woman said she had a problem and described a string of failed relationships.

“What’s wrong with me? I meet these great guys. We hit it off, and I fall in love. Then the next few weeks are fabulous. I’m on top of the world. One day, I wake up and feel nothing for him. Just like that, we’re over.”

Her eyes welled with tears. “What am I doing it wrong? Am I not meant to be in love?”

I didn’t it until later that I had just met a Romantic Love Addict.

Definition of Love Addiction

What exactly is love addiction? 

Unless a stalker makes the headline news, we mostly ignore this issue, but the problem is more prevalent than we think. Between three to ten percent of us struggle with this type of addiction, but the rates can run as high as 25 percent in some populations, such as college students.

Most of us picture someone enthralled with the chase of romance. That’s the most common type. However, we can become addicted to the idea of being in a relationship, even a fantasized one. People who relentlessly pursue celebrities are a great example.

Any connection, whether platonic, sexual, or romantic, becomes problematic when we believe it will fulfill us. That includes a family member, child, friend, love interest, or even a spiritual leader.

Nine Types of Being Addicted to Love

According to Robert Hall, there are nine types of love addictions.

They are:

  1. Typical Love Addicts are those clingy individuals who believe one person will cure the ills of their life. They find their identity in the relationship.
  2. Romantic Love Addicts hop from one romantic interest to the next, addicted to the rush of infatuation.
  3. Anorexic Love Addicts fear intimacy, so they vacillate in and out of intense relationships. To prevent being hurt again, they swing between desperately searching for love or fearfully avoiding it.
  4. Non-romantic Love Addicts are obsessed with someone. It could be a familiar person or celebrity, such as a co-worker, teacher, or Kim Kardashian.
  5. Avoidant Love Addicts pursue people they can control. They choose needy individuals who will worship them and use this connection to fuel their narcissistic supply. This relationship is all about control, not love.
  6. Abusive Love Addicts attract the first type — the Typical Love Addict — and abuse that person. They use control to imprison their interest.
  7. Battered Love Addicts are the dependent partners to the Abusive Love Addict. They stay with their intimidators, too afraid to face life on their own.
  8. Sex and Love Addicts, unlike typical sex addicts, focus on one particular person. They aren’t in love; they are obsessed with having sex with this individual.
  9. Parental Love Addicts use their children as an extension of themselves. This type of parents are overly involved and live through their kids. 

Maybe I have a problem with being addicted to love.

But it took me marrying a sex addict to realize that I might have a problem with love addiction.

I’d met my second husband online and immediately hit it off; I thought I’d met my soulmate. The first red flag — there is no such thing.

It was a relief to be in a steady relationship. A year earlier, I was widowed after being married for 31 years.

For the first time in my adult life, I was on my own. I was terrified. It felt like I was free falling into a bottomless pit. I dated like it was my second job.

I knew the desperation that drove me was a problem and that I shouldn’t be pushing this hard.

Several times I spoke to a therapist for advice. They told me to stay busy, go out with friends, and find a new hobby. So I did.

None of those activities, however, solved the problem of going home alone and facing my empty life.

My romantic relationships solved my identity crisis.

The issue wasn’t my activity level. Staying busy was easy. I had wrapped my entire identity up in being a wife to my first husband, and when he died, so did a part of me. Without him, I no longer knew who I was.

I rushed out and auditioned for the role of being someone else’s wife and ended up married to an abusive sex addict.

At first, this new relationship was amazing — the thing of dreams. Here was someone who embodied everything I was looking for in a man. Finally, I was going to be happy.

Or so I thought.

Yes, his deception and lies played a significant role in our marriage’s destruction, but I also contributed because I chose him. I eagerly jumped into this relationship too fast, hoping to outrun my inner demons.

No one can define us.

Although I hate to admit it, even if my ex had never betrayed me, I still wouldn’t have been happy. I had set him up for an impossible job — to define me and make me whole. If I cannot find peace and contentment within myself, how could anyone else do it for me?

I wished I could say a Twelve-Step Program or therapy helped me get over this problem, but it didn’t. It took this damn pandemic for me to face this issue. Being quarantined alone for over nine months has broken the habit. In the quiet of my home, I have made peace with myself and have discovered I’m enough.

I had a delightful date with someone new yesterday. While we spent the afternoon together, I listened to this guy’s life story, his failed relationships, and his plans. He said something that caught my attention and shook me.

“I need someone. Desperately so. A relationship keeps me out of trouble.”

In these words, I recognized who I used to be — that woman who rushed and married a dangerous man. This guy, like me, is a love addict.

We ended the date with a big hug and a promise to stay in touch. I know he’d like there to be more, but I can’t fix the ache in his heart; only he can. 

This time, I’m handling things differently; I’m passing on the opportunity because I’m finished with being a love addict

Kerry Kerr McAvoy, a psychologist, author and writer, is in cultivating healthy relationships, deconstructing narcissism, and understanding various other mental health-related issues. Her novel based on a true story, which explores the devastating impacts of deceit and betrayal, is due out in 2021.




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