The Cynical Romantic has temporarily left the table to sharpen his tongue and his pen. New confessions and catastrophes return June 2. Until then, pour yourself something, browse the past disasters below, and know the next chapter of chaos is being written behind the scenes.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 4
For years my favorite story about myself was simple: I’m a great guy who just hasn’t met the right person.
It explained everything—bad breakups, messy marriages, why I was always exhausted from trying so hard. Then one day a doctor asked me a few questions and said, ‘Have you considered ADHD?’
Suddenly ‘great guy’ wasn’t the whole picture. That intense devotion? A lot of it was hyperfocus. The grand gestures and fast commitments? Impulsivity in a nice shirt. The panic when someone pulled away? Rejection sensitivity on full blast.
Getting that word didn’t excuse my choices—but it finally explained the script I kept repeating in every relationship.
Sometimes the label doesn’t limit you.
It just explains the chaos.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 3
I used to think my love language was grand gestures. Looking back, it was more like crisis management.
When things got tense, my first instinct was to go big: an expensive trip, a huge gift, a massive sacrifice I absolutely couldn’t afford. If I pulled it off, we got a week of peace and I got to feel like the hero.
For an ADHD brain high on limerence, that rush is addictive. You don’t just fix a problem—you save the relationship. You save her. You save your role as ‘the good man.’
The bill always came later: in money, in resentment, in the quiet realization that I was performing love instead of living it.
Being the hero feels powerful—until you realize you’ve never learned how to just be a partner.
ADHD, OCD and Soulmates Part 2
She looked me in the eyes and called me her soulmate.
I didn’t suddenly believe in The One.
I believed in her belief in me.
Within 18 months: married.
New role: provider, fixer, designated hero.
I treated ‘soulmate’ like a job title I had to earn every day.
ADHD hyperfocus on a relationship looks a lot like devotion.
From the outside: ‘What a committed guy.’
On the inside: ‘If I stop trying this hard, I’ll lose everything.’
Pettiness. Jealousy. Double standards.
My gut whispered, ‘Something’s off.’
The soulmate story shouted, ‘This is just a test.’
Guess which one I listened to?
Pull up a chair. Let’s unravel the soulmate story—and see what’s worth keeping.
a Christmas Tree Thought Ruined My Workout
Sometimes it isn’t the workout that exhausts you—it’s the thought that hijacks your brain halfway through.
One small idea on a treadmill reveals how ADHD can quietly reroute an entire day.