It happens when I’m down about myself. I would try to get someone to love me, but then when I got down on myself, I’d realize that I was a mean, worthless person, and that as soon as the person figured this out, they would dump me.
I couldn’t stand the uncertainty of knowing when they would dump me, so I had to make it happen. I would push them away, usually by verbally attacking them so they would hate me and get rid of me.
When I was depressed, I did this to my wife. I pushed and pushed until I reached the breaking point. I remember thinking to myself that if I push any more—just an ounce more, that would be it. I don’t know why, but I stopped there. Later on, she confirmed that she was at her limit.
I think you are right, @nikipedia. It was a kind of test. If a person really loves me, and is not just a fair-weather lover, they will not cut and run very easily. Maybe they will even understand where my behavior is coming from and ignore it, since they know I don’t really mean it. Or not.
My wife, even when she knew I did this trick (it was not something I could control at the time), still felt like what I said was real, and it really hurt her. She did wonder why she wanted to be with someone who could hurt her this way. But not enough to leave me. To this day, I’m not sure how I was lucky enough to have her love me that much.
I think I must still doubt, at some fundamental level, that I am lovable. However, I think I have come around to believe I have some positive qualities that others might appreciate. Still, I’m never sure. This makes me a very demanding partner. High maintenance. Maybe some day I’ll believe, deep in my core, that I’m worth loving.