Clusterfucked Relationship Philosophy

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just meant to be alone. I can't ever quite justify someone loving me. No matter how much I might care about them, I always seem to fail them. I can't keep up to par with their expectations. I appreciate the single life when you shut off your heart and emotions and your only expectations is sex on a booty call. I can fulfill that role pretty damn well. Its easy to not let down in that area, but hell even if you do you really don't care. It protects your heart and soul from pain. Unfortunately, that's not necessarily the reputation I  want for myself for my child's sake. So I  allow you to go and open up my heart and have me trying to win yours now there's substance to the relationship, now I'm vulnerable, now I risk hurt, if I let you down I'm going to be crushed. and all this pressure triggers something that has me about to get my crazy on. I don't believe I've ever been what you'd call amazing. Not many have valued me once I have allowed them in. They might fight like hell for opportunity to have my heart but once they have it they move on. To give it away literally has me half terrified. And this time I have even more invested into this. I honestly love him, I think I may  love him more than I've ever surrendered myself to love in the past. I do it partially because I can't help myself around him. And I do it partially because it was an either all or nothing deal. I knew I couldn't just give part of me to us and expect to have all of him. But all that in mind , I do it because as much as I fear the hurt and rejection I fear it for my son even more. I had to do what was best for him. And I believe that this is what is best. However, I've completely switched my role as me for the last year to be something I ran from and avoided at all cost. And now the more I realize how dependant I've become and the risk this all poses for not only my heart but my baby's as well, yes it has me wiggin. I'm freaking out majorly. Not that this will help any, but it's just coming naturally. Almost as if I have no choice in the matter of the heart. What's got me even more scared is that in this freak out I start to withdraw emotions and retract my dependency. In doing so I think I set myself up for a failed relationship. How is anyone going to love me for starters, but when I do everything possible to test the love that you have miraculously found for me it can only be a matter of time before I break it apart as well. Initiating the very thing that has me wiggin in the first place. See, like I said I'm about to get my crazy on. I start to expect his love to be displayed in this or that way and when it's not I take it to mean the extreme. I have completely readjusted my life, and tho it may seem stupid to say it has been tough on me. It causes me to be even more dependant. Feeling as tho I owe that much more to him and need to be that much better to justify his kindness and love. Yet, I fail. I'm not good at the role I've been given and I think it may be a learned trade, or at least for me. I hope I can learn it , cause it certainly does not come to me naturally. I half way want to give up, before he completely realizes the mistake he made to count on me. Apparently we're all good at something in life, mine just happens to be letting down. I can do that probably better than anything. It's easy to accept that in myself and expect it out of myself and still have confidence in me, when it's only me. I struggle now that someone counts on me, other than my son. The more I think I fail epically in this position rather than trying to do better I seem to do worse. Almost as if I think I can give him the idea to fire me and then it won't hurt so much since it was my idea. How long will I go on testing his love before I just believe it and claim it and reciprocate it? Am I just completely doomed to rejection regardless or can I change the course of history this time? I need to not worry so much about letting him down and whether or not he's happy with me or wants me etcetera ... And I just need to focus on me. Doing me the best I can. I shouldn't pose as a need to him. I don't need his approval I don't need his undying love I don't need his admiration. To receive any of the above is simply to be appreciated, it excels the mandatory relationship blocks that I should simply be pleased are currently in place. I should be the best possible me and see it as he is either along for the ride or not. I shouldn't be a drain to the relationship by this constant needy, annoying , emotionally distressed person I've been. What's that going to do for us but possibly tear it down to the point that the exact fear that has me in this state comes true, and all thanks to me. And all that clusterfucked philosophy is exactly what has me wondering why the fuck I ever attempted another relationship. I'm not good in them, I should have learned by now. Oh well, I suppose it's too late to be cured by a little dose of reality and so I suppose I should try to alter my ways and perhaps switch it up enough that I keep history from repeating itself.