I took a lot of time and effort making sure that I took the high road on this one; making sure I didn't point fingers, make judgements, or be pushy. When I was being admonished outside of FM's place last night, I continued on that path as he blamed me for being unreasonable and selfish for voicing my frustrations with the fact that I felt that I was being pushed away even as I attempted offer assistance with him moving out of his place, as I was asked to do by him in the first place. I asked him if I was able to explain my side of the story, and how I felt, he said no, and walked away from me. All I could say was "Goodbye", and I left it at that. I made no attempt to insist I get myself heard, he wasn't interested in hearing me, and he appeared to be not too interested in my feelings anyway.
Unfortunately, I was pushy, by trying to be the best I could be. I put on the face, did a lot of nodding and smiling, and when I hit a point where I couldn't nod and smile yet again - and actually dared voice my frustration in a very literal way - stating that I was frustrated because, well I hit a wall, and was tired of being marginalized and treated as if my help was personally insulting him. I left it at that when I was talking to him about my feelings, but inside I felt that, even worse, I putting myself in a position where I was supposed to play second fiddle to his ego and desires.
He didn't want to hear that I was frustrated, he didn't care, and he blamed me for being thoughtless. After being minimized yet again, when he stated that my feelings didn't matter because his at the moment were more important, I had had enough. Soon after, he stated that he was going to spend a few days with his with his roommate, and ex-boyfriend, after the two days with me since my birthday is tomorrow. I stated that he could spend more time with him if he wanted, both Wednesday and Thursday, as well as the two other days that he had scheduled. He was incensed that I had the temerity to be annoyed at being shot down over and over again as I offered to help him out with the very thing I was invited to help him with; moving out of his old house. And he decided that it was the last straw for me to say that latter statement, saying I was punishing him for making his own choices.
He called back tonight to test the waters and to see if I would try to beg him try dating again. I apologized for making statements that he misinterpreted, I restated that I was not trying to hurt him, nor was I willing to get hurt, and I said that I have to honor something that I haven't ever done before, and that was to respect myself. Secondly, I've tried something I've also never done before, and that was talk about my feelings, not at every moment, but when I had hit disjointed points, actually talk about them so that there was no room for ambiguity or guess work. I made my emotional state a relatively open book. I was real and vulnerable, and within reason, I was not going to be the stoic blank slate that I had been in my past two relationships.
He pointed out that what I said hurt him, and what I had said was indicative of others who had hurt him. He also accused me of intending to hurt his feelings. I pointed out that I am not other people, the way I behave is unique to myself, and I am not in the habit of intending to hurt other people. I also said that I was hurt pretty badly in this situation too because I have no idea how to handle the situation because he wasn't interested in hearing my side of the story, even during this later conversation, and while that is no excuse for me hurting his feelings, he is not the only one who feels wronged at this point. He offered no apologies, and stated that perhaps it was best that we ended it there. I agreed, stating that I do like him, but we are obviously in very different places in our lives. He interpreted that as the end of the conversation, and said goodbye.
It's not fair. I can't meet someone's idea of excellence without some sort of road map. I can't read minds, and even if I had a road map to someone's expectations or could read minds, or his mind, or any mind for that matter, I should not have to change myself or compromise my self-esteem to meet another's expectations.
It's one thing to make appropriate compromises in order to fit better. It's another thing to completely transform one's self in order to meet the expectations of another person.
It was so oscillatory, this guy I've been casually dating for the past month would complement me, mostly for my looks, and then he'd tell me, very matter of factly, what he'd change about me if he were to stay in my life. My body, my house, my behavior. And if I mirrored his behavior, he'd be offended. And generally, I am fine with who he is and the choices he's made. It's his life, and it's not my job to fix him or mentor him. I like him for who he is, and the only thorn is the fact that he's verbally abusive to me and generally dismissive of me. However, I have to realize that these things are deal breakers, because I don't deserve someone who is verbally abusive. I've had enough of that in my life.
I also realize that such things are a product of his youth, his inexperience, and the insecurities that come from both variables. However, I'm not going to be someone's counselor again. I can't afford to be that. I am also not going to be allowed to placed on a pedastool, because it hurts like hell when you fall off, especially when the person who's putting you up there takes several swings at you just to see if he can knock you off and then blame you for not meeting his expectations.
Tonight, when I told him "Hello Handsome!" when I first saw him as I was picking him up from work, he told me "Get away from me." How am I supposed to react to that? I stayed silent. But why?
He was offended during the very few times that I broke down and told him I was offended by some behavior that he enaged it. I was very careful to say that I was frustrated or confused by an action, not by him or the decisions that he was making, but by an action that directly led to a consequence that involved my feelings getting hurt. I also let most of the stuff roll over, ignoring it as it happened, but I am determined not to be a total push-over. However, it seems that I wasn't allowed to be anything put such for his ideal of who I was supposed to be for him, and he'd berate me for speaking up for myself.
I realize that I used to act the very same way he was acting. I acted similarly not too long ago, in fact. I was so insecure, I pushed people away first so that it didn't hurt so much if they chose to push me away. I failed to realize that I'm the one who initiated the rejection, and sowed the seeds of doubt. Now this has happened to me from the other side, someone was doing those very same things to me, and I didn't like what I saw or how I felt. It made me confused, anxious, and constantly on my toes. What was I going to say next that set him off? How could I avoid it, knowing that I didn't intend to do such things, and didn't mean it when it happened. I was very careful and, I believe, very successful at not blaming or pointing fingers at him, keeping my comments well within the "I feel" and "I felt", and then simply letting various things go.
Tonight he asked me to help him move out of his place. I was happy to do so, and when I asked him how I could help when we got to his old place he told me to do nothing and stand there. I insisted that I do something, and he started to become angry at first, and then he accepted my help as long as I did everything I was told without question. When he was looking for various things, from an envelope to lights, I tried to offer suggestions to ease the work, since I had both available in my car. He refused, insisting that we go to the grocery store for the items although I already had them. I relented, and followed his direction. Later, as he reprimanded me for asking if he needed more light to write, I finally had enough. I began to engage the talking point of "I feel" specifically about when I was trying to help him, and he rebuke me for even speaking up. When he's frustrated, he said, he just wants other people around him to stay silent. I told him that I cannot do that, because when I see someone frustrated, I want to help. "I am not a chinese wife," I said. He replied that when he sees someone frustrated, he backs off. I countered that I normally would do that, but he's not a normal person, he's someone I care more about. He however, wasn't too impressed by that statement.
When I finally had enough, I told him that I was frustrated because of being chided continuously tonight, and the fact that he's directly rejecting my attempts at being helpful, caring, and doing what I thought was the whole point of this exercise, helping him move out of the house. He immediately attacked me for 'taking it all wrong". When I finally finished helping him move out, and helped him move his things into his new place; I told him that I was going to go home (instead of going to the bar tonight like he asked, even though he knows I teach class tomorrow moring).
He told me that he expected such, and that our dating was now over. I tried to engage him in further discussion, but he refused, telling me that he watched me 'get worked up' and then play games with him. He went on and on about how I sabatogued this and that, and when I asked if he was going to give me a chance to talk about my perspective, he said no.
At that point, I said "Good bye FM." He replied "so long", and flipped around and went into his house. I got into my car, went back home, and am now writing.
I'm trying to figure out what to do with a couple of things that have been bobbing in this restless sea I call my life. My ex-husband (relationship prior to the ex-boyfriend) sent me a seven page letter exalting why we should get back together and give a relationship another chance. I sent him a four page letter explaining why I was not interested in getting back together with him. I succeeded to generally keep the topic about me, versus blaming him as to why I'm very firm about being uninterested in trying to rekindle the former relationship. I was however, very apologetic (in retrospect I probably should have been less so, because my intent was to be assertive, and instead I began minimizing my own feelings and values).
But in response to his plea, this is how I wrote what I felt:
I'm trying to figure out the words to respond to your heartfelt and clearly difficult to write letter. However, I'm wringing my hands, because I'm not sure how exactly to say to you what I need to say without hurting or further alienating you. (I know that I already have initiated that alienating, because I need to find my own boundaries, and I still stand by my need for them.) I fear that I don't love you the same way that you love me. I fear that I will hurt you more than I already have by writing that.
However, I have to draw the line in the sand. I do not want a long-term monogamous relationship with you. I don't want to be partners with you. I do love my friendship with you, but I am not in love with you. I haven't been for a long time. I know it sounds terrible and perhaps even trite, but I fear that I must have been leading you on for all this time, and that is not what I ever intended.
You and I are compatible in many ways, but there are many other ways in which we are not. I have to say that the most important way that we aren't compatible is simply the way that I feel, and I do certainly lament that I cannot return your feelings the way that you want. I know how much that hurts, and I know that it's painful to hear (and say). I've been through this myself. I've had it said to me, and as much as I didn't want to believe it, as much as I didn't want to hear it, and as much as I didn't want to accept it, it was still the case. I couldn't change anyone's mind other than my own; I couldn't take responsibility for anyone else's feelings other than my own.
My feelings are my own, as yours are your own. I validate that you have these feelings for me, but I can not return them in the way that you want. I pushed away this last time because I figured out that you were conflicted about us, and the fact that I helped create a situation where you could consider that there was still an opportunity for a partnered relationship with me saddens me deeply because I am very disappointed in myself. Yes, I enjoy your company. And yes, I enjoyed the arm's length relationship that I was having with you. But that is why I enjoyed all of that with you, because there was distance between us, because I didn't feel responsible for you, nor did you have to feel responsible for me.
I am an emotionally distant person. I will always be, and I have to accept that. I let a few people in during my life, and I generally have found that I get burned when I do that. I know that there are exceptions, including [my best friends, my ex-boyfriend], and ultimately also you. But I have made sure that all of you are at a comfortable distance. Not too close, because I get overwhelmed, scared, and finally fiercely protective of my space and my privacy. Yes, I've let the four of you in further than I've let anybody else in my life, (and nobody ever lets many, if any, others fully in) but I've kept all of you further than arm's length. I've kept you out of what is really going on in the inside. I've kept you all pretty much in the dark, and if any of you tried to get further, I recoiled. I get really bitchy about it, and you know that. I know that. My relationship with [my ex-boyfriend], I thought, in a lot of ways worked even through the other difficulties because we respected each other's space. I found out later that such assumptions were wrong, and that's why I ultimately lost him, because I had pushed him far enough away for him to slip away from me emotionally amongst other things.
But I do that to everybody. I haven't talked to [my best friends since she] left Reno. I have left her to heal and take as much space as she needs from me, and similarly, I have given [him] time to figure things out on his own and with her. I tapped them unfairly, and I too was weary of her proximity after all of this. Not only was I emotionally drained from the obvious trauma, but I was, and still am, embarrassed about how I reacted to all of this, and embarrassed that I wasn't stronger or smarter than I reacted. I let my life slip away from me, as you so delicately re-explained for me. I know that. I've figured that out now that I've had enough time to evaluate my feelings and my behaviors. I also know that I'm supposed to not have any reason to be embarrassed because I reacted relatively naturally, it was just unexpected coming from me because I've never allowed myself to ever be (or seem) so emotionally dependant, or for that matter, emotionally wrapped up, in another person.
Yes, I was depressed because I was coming to a transitive point in time in my life. Yes, it is very difficult for me to make transitions, because I value stability and reliability more than anything else in my life, due to the paradigmical scaffolding of my childhood. Yes, I did cry in front of you, once before leaving for N.C., and then many times thereafter returning. However, before I left for N.C., I had made the decision that I was willing to give up everything I had here in Reno for a potential for a future with [my now ex-boyfriend]. It was going to be a new start, a new beginning, a new chance for me to rebuild my life from scratch without so many of the ghosts that I have here in Reno.
When I found out [my ex-boyfriend] was leaving me, three days after going to N.C, all the work that I had done to accept that I was going to be able to let go of everything that I had here: job, home, family, friends – felt hollow. I was ready to give all of this up for somebody who didn't love me, and perhaps never did. I don't know what his real feelings were, and perhaps I'll never know. However, that isn't important now. What's important is to be aware of my own feelings, to validate my own feelings, and not feel responsibility or guilt over other people's needs, feelings, or concerns.
Within reason, of course. The point of this is not to be selfish and conceited. Nor is the point to invalidate all of those around me. However, I need to begin really listening to my heart and my desires, versus giving up what I want for the needs of others around me. I need to stop feeling guilty about the trials and tribulations of other people. I've had enough trials and tribulations of my own, not to mention that I've had enough guilt in my own heart at this point to begin my own religion if I wanted to do such a thing. I don't need to take on, or fix, other people.
I have myself to work on, and there is more enough of myself to fix right now at this point.
And I need space to do just that. I need to spend sometime fixing myself without the ghosts returning. I need to reestablish the boundaries that I've let fall, not just in the past couple of months, but now for the past couple of years. I need to be myself and like myself for who I am, not for what others think I should be or perceive of me. I'm trying to do that in a way that works in the moment.
Yes, I was trying to see a guy. Yes it was soon. Yes, perhaps it was too soon for propriety's sake. However, it was working for me. I was looking for something that I could have fun with, without the pressure of trying to make a relationship. However, I also didn't want to be sabotaged from making my own way. Right now, this is all about me. I'm sorry if I sound pompous, but this is how I'm doing it. I'm not ready to settle down yet with anybody. I am ready to respectfully play around, perhaps even date a bit, perhaps even date only one person at a time. However, I don't want to think far into the future to make long-term plans. I still have trouble making plans for tomorrow, next week, or next month, let alone trying to plan for a future life.
I know it sounds very unlike me to not have future plans, future goals all imagined out for my self as I normally have always done. However, this very thing has been one of the casualties of the recent events. I am not looking too far ahead to the future. I also am no longer in survival mode, only looking to the next minute, hour, day or week. I am, however, looking for immediate physical and emotional needs such as making sure that I eat, making sure that I sleep, making sure that I go to work, making sure that I at least talk to some of my friends and family, and making sure that I am able to play out some of my other physical needs without getting into messy or sticky emotional situations.
Let's face it. Right now, you are a messy and sticky emotional maelstrom - from my perspective. Notwithstanding the issues of the past and the issues in the present, there are several issues to be ironed out for our future friendship, if you and I agree to continue that path. I again do not feel about you the same way that you feel about me, and that too is a very messy entanglement, and will have to somehow be amicably resolved mutually in order for our friendship to survive. No matter how much you love me, and I, in my own way, love you – such a differential has little chance for amiability once the first coin has been cast.
You have cast the first coin, hoping that it would fall into a well that would return your wishes. It hasn't, and saying that hurts me very much. I can just imagine how much it hurts you. You deserve the best, you deserve someone who can give you all of their heart and soul. I can not do that. I can never do that, not with you. I have given you much and shared with you much, but I can never share with you everything. I don't trust you enough. I don't trust anyone right now enough, and you don't deserve such suspicion nor contempt. I don't mean to be contemptuous, but I know that what I write must ring such, but I don't know in what other way to say what I mean, nor what I need to say.
I want to sound sad, wistful, and apologetic, but firm. Those are the feelings that I am feeling. However way that this letter is interpreted, and what ever way that you feel as you write this, I want you to know that those are the feelings that I put into this as I write. I really appreciate the time, the care, and the compassion that you put into your letter to me. I know how difficult it is for you to write in such a way, and I really, really comprehend the hope and the emotional force that you displayed doing such. I'm sick of feeling guilty, being guilty for other people, but I do feel guilty over this. I feel legitimately guilty; for I fear that I have led you on and not let you go enough to allow yourself to find someone else who is more compatible for you in your life. I own this feeling of guilt, and I am not dismissing it because I believe that you deserve so much more than I can give. I am sorry. I believe I will always be sorry for that.
I am woefully inadequate for a relationship right now or anytime soon with anybody. I am more than an inappropriate choice for a relationship with you at anytime because of our past. We can not get away from it. Choices have been made, spent, and otherwise pursued. For a partnered relationship with you there is too much history for me to wade though. I can not get past it, both for the reasons you explored, and other reasons that are still my own. For even a friendship I fear that the choices I've made and am continuing to make, will destroy even that. Unfortunately, these are the choices that are right for me at this time, even if it's inconvenient for me, you or us both.
If I pursue a friendship with you that continues the way it has with the emotional ambiguity, I will not allow you to move on, and in a way, neither will I because of our history together. It is thick. It is sticky, and it continues to be messy because neither of us are letting go of each other. I too cried after talking with you the last time, because I know that I am pushing away somebody I care about, somebody I know who cares about me, but somebody I can not care about in the same way that they need. That you need from me. That you want from me.
I cannot give you what you need or want from me right now. I will probably never give you exactly what you need or want, even if our friendship is rekindled. You don't deserve that kind of half-life, and nor do I. You are a wonderful supplement to my life, but you are not what I really need from life.
I don't know what it is that I really need. All I know are my own feelings, even if I don't understand them.
I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I'm hurting you. I'm sorry that I'm hurting. I wish it would stop. I wish it would all stop. I don't mean to manipulate. So here, in this forum, I'm being as honest as I can so that you are not forced to read between the lines or figure out what I really mean. I don't want to make you dance like a marionette on strings. You are too beautiful and valuable a person to let that happen to you. You deserve so much more than I can give.
I am looking for someone who respects me for who I am. The funny thing is, I'm not sure I'm really looking right now anyway.
I want to be who I am. I want, within reason and acceptable compromise, to find someone at some point who likes me for who and what I am. I am looking for someone whom with I do not feel embarrassed for thinking what I think, acting the way I act, and being who I am. I am looking for someone who will like me without the screen, like me with the screen, and really want to look in past the cover.
I like this guy I'm seeing. I think FM is brilliant, well-spoken, and handsome. Actually I think he's pretty hot really. But he doesn't like himself very much. He minimizes his intelligence, and drowns his emotional capacity in alcohol. When he's ready, he's going to make someone very happy, and he too, if he allows it, will be very happy because he's such a great guy. But he's not ready for that yet. He's not ready for me yet. He's not ready to have someone like him for who he is.
He's not ready for me. I don't want to change him. I don't want a relationship with him. At least not now. We're both not ready for that. I'm looking for someone who is willing to be themselves, and who will also let me be me. I'm looking for someone who is willing to see me for who I really am. Responsible and dependable on the outside, but insecure and hopeful on the inside. I want to be able to be both. I want to be able to feel both. I want to be human. I no longer want to be, nor want to try to be, superhuman.
Someday he's going to make someone unimaginably happy. Someday hopefully he will himeself be unimaginably happy. Someday is not today, at least not with me. At least, not right now. I am not the person who does that for him, and he, right now, is not the person who does that for me. We both have to do a lot of growing up first.
I can't change anybody else. How the hell could I, if I don't even know who I am. I need to find myself. I need to discover myself. I need to be able to be spontaneous and fearful simultaneously. I need to push the limits, and hide behind the boundaries I've established for myself. I need to be happy, sad, crazy, needy and protective all at once, and not be afraid or embarrassed about the range of human emotion that I have inside. I need to be able to let it out all at once, and also in a measured and responsible fashion. I need to be irresponsible. I am all of these things, and I'm none of these things. I need balance.
This guy sees me as the responsible guy that he knows as his instructor. He sees me standing on the precipice of great change, and he's afraid to see what might happen if I let myself fall into the abyss of great change. He's so afraid that I might let him go, that he revels in the ability to drop me at anytime. He's so afraid that I might really care, that he pushes in order to prevent me from doing so. He's afraid of his feelings. He knows the boundaries in his own family, so he breaks all of them away from his family. That is one of the very things that he has that I don't have.
He knows where the boundaries are even if he crosses them habitually. I don't know where the boundaries are. I'm still trying to figure out the boundaries of my life. I'm still trying to figure out where the boundaries of other's lives. I cross them because I don't understand them. I don't know where they are until I'm past them. I'll figure it out, but then I find that I haven't learned from past mistakes and cross them again and again. In order to prevent that from happening, I made walls for myself that were impassable. I wouldn't cross them, nor would I let others. I made boundaries that were impenetrable, and doing such, I never let anybody in pass the screen. I stayed two-dimensional. I was safe.
Now most of the walls have fallen, and everybody has seen in to the disorder and the chaos that was hidden within. If they didn't walk in themselves, I drew them in. Again, I had no idea where the boundaries were, and I was so desperate to be understood that I crossed that invisible line. Over and over I crossed, and now I feel lost and violated. I feel open and vulnerable. I feel. And I don't ever want to feel completely separated from myself again. I resist rebuilding the walls because I realize how I alone I really was. Feeling violated is so much more real than feeling loneliness.
But the walls are inevitably reforming. I have already begun to wall off my emotional self from the world. I wanted so badly to integrate my emotional self with my intellectual self, that I imploded. I had no idea how to deal with the raw power of unbridled emotional energy. When my emotions collided with my analytical self, I ramped up and then fell apart. I dissolved into panic attacks, which I had never experienced before. I couldn't take the stimulus. I couldn't take the strain, and I successfully avoided feeling the full range of my emotional needs because I shut down first. I've still avoided feeling the full range of my emotional self; I still haven't allowed myself to really feel.
I've retreated back to my analytical self, but there's something wrong. I remember what it was like to feel. I remember that there are feelings locked in there inside. This is new. This is strange. This is different. I know they're there, but I don't know how to deal with them. I stay calm. I stay in control. I lose touch with reality. I have no idea who I am. I can't sleep. I've lost myself.
Or I've discovered myself. I don't really know. I'm making all of this up as I go along. I don't know what I'm doing. I've spent so much time helping other people, that I have no idea how to help myself. I think I know how, and then I realize I've fucked everything up again. I love myself. I hate myself. I feel pulled from both ends. I feel pulled from all directions. There is no binary. Everything is a shade of grey. I understand this. I don't understand this at all.
I don't understand myself. But I think I understand this guy's point of view. I know he feels things are moving too quickly. I know he feels that I'm trying hard not to let things move forward at all. I know that he feels like I'm not ready. I know that he feels that he's not ready either. I know that he feels the need for fun, spontaneity, and drowns in the face of any perceived responsibility. I know that he has determined that I am the incarnate of responsibility. I know these things because he has said them to me. I know these things because I can see them myself.
But I have no idea what I want. I don't understand what I want. I want to have fun, but I want to have a feeling of permanence somewhere, hidden in there. I no there is no permanence to anything. I know that looking for such, especially now, is doomed to failure because I'm not ready. I have all of these gut feelings, but I don't know what to do with them because I've lost faith in my own feelings. I didn't trust my gut this time or that with my last relationship and I got hurt. I followed my gut this time and that with my last relationship and I got hurt. I can't see the forest for the trees. I have no idea what to trust or when. I have no idea what road map to follow.
I was told to 'just be'. I have no idea how to follow such advice. I analyze and I ponder. I take risks and I go for it. I try the various things in between, and the consequences are hit and miss. Good and bad. It's all real life. It all happens, independent of my expectations. It goes on. I stay lost. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to be, or just be, or even try to be.
I've always defined myself as the sum of my experiences, but even that is mostly lost right now. My tenuous hold on my short-term memories has me frustrated, confused, and downright scared. I feel like I've lost myself, and I have no idea what I've even lost. I've discovered a part of myself that is so very new, but I don't know why it's so important or how to use it. I don't know how to just allow it. I don't know how to share it. I don't know how to accept it.
I don't know how to love. I don't know how to love myself or others. I thought I knew how to love others, but I find that I really haven't any clue. I think I still love others, but I'm too afraid of them all now to really have any firm grasp on that concept. I'm afraid of myself, and therefore, also afraid of others. They're connected, yet simultaneously, completely independent variables.
Why the hell is all of this so paradoxical and irrational? Why am I so paradoxical and irrational? Why am I afraid of my rationality? Why am I afraid of my paradoxicality? What am I so afraid of? I already lost myself; why am I so afraid to be found? What will I discover when I've found what I've lost? Do I even have the faintest inkling of what I've lost? Will I know it when I find it? Will I ever even recognize what I need to find it in the first place?
Is that what I'm afraid of?
Is it love, happiness, hope, satisfaction, fear, hate, or despair? Is it all of these things? Is it none of them? Is it some mixture in between? What defines me? Does anything define me? Does it matter? Do I need to even know?
What am I looking for? Am I looking for myself or somebody else? Am I looking to find what I want, and will I even want it when I find it? Will I ever find it? What is it that I'm searching for? What is all of this?
FM, the guy I'm kinda sorta seeing met some of my friends last night. He was really nervous about meeting them because he had somehow determined that they were 'all going to be pretentious assholes'. This guy is really smart himself, but he likes to pretend that he's not in order to be somehow thought of as simple, or he likes to be overlooked, or he's determined that intelligence is equated to pretentiousness. I'm still not quite sure what it is, but I just know that he's certainly a hell of a lot smarter than he pretends to be, and he's a hell of a lot hotter than he allows himself to think he is.
He told me last night while he was mildly buzzed not to compliment him in front of my friends because he doesn't want to seem like an ass because he disagrees with me.
That's pretty fucked up if you think about it.
My friends liked him. Tina really liked him.
I'm still trying to figure him out though. It's going to take a bit of doing.
So, after spending all that time last week barganing with my ex-boyfriend to be able to talk to him once a week, that day has come - and passed. I don't want to call him. I'm not going to call him. This past week, I've gone from despair and broken self-esteem to somewhere a step above that. Wherever that step ultimately is, it's a step above being an attached lingering lost boy.
I've come to realize a few things. Firstly, this is not about me. Not really. Sure I had something to do with the orginal relationship, but I didn't destroy it. He did. Second, I'm not to blame for everything that happened. Nor is he, but he bears the lionshare of the shrapnel. I just was in the way at the time. Third, my self-esteem should not have been bound up in him. My problem was that I allowed myself to be co-dependant on him and I also allowed myself to self-destruct when I should have been doing a bit more reflection on what was going on. Fourth, I was addicted to him, and I need to push back a bit in order to break that addiction. That is not going to happen overnight, nor over a month's time, but I will be able to do that soon. Fifth, I have inner strength and intrinsic worth, he can not take that away no matter how 'nice' he was breaking our relationship up, or how much of an ass he was when nice wasn't working.
With some contemplation, I realized that he was treating me like he treats his friend Ching. He's nice to him at first, but given an opportunity, he then attempts to destroy him because he really doesn't like him, but doesn't know how to say 'no' or 'I don't like you' to him. Suddenly I was in Ching's place, and instead of putting my foot down and demanding that he respect me as I deserve, I cowed like a wounded bird and that gave him permission to hurt me even more. I let him trample me.
Look, I know I have this urge to call him and check in on him. But what is that doing for me? That would just feed my addiction, and give him more power. I need to take the power back for myself. I need to love myself, not throw myself at someone who hurt me on purpose in order to meet his own selfish needs. He was a jerk. He was a coward. He was a selfish pig, leading me on the way he did. He is all these these things. I'm not going to change him. I was ready for change myself, but he threw me away. I don't need that. I don't need to be disparaged. I don't need to be pitied.
I love him, but I realize I love my idealistic view of him. I can't love someone who has treated me in such a way. I am not a toy that one throws away. I am not disposable. If I did love such a person who has treated me in such a way, how could I ever love and take care of myself? I don't love this new person, I don't love this thing that I had never seen before. I don't love the person who blindsided me so cruelly.
I am a survivor. I am strong. I am not weak. I've been burned, but I do not need him to make my world. I can make my own world. I can live in the world I see, feel, and touch. I don't need him to hold my hand to guide me through it. Yes, it hurts. But it's going to hurt a lot more if I don't let go. It's going to hurt a lot more if I continue to give him power. It's going to hurt a lot more if I don't realize what he's done was hurtful, mean-spirited, and cruel.
I am attractive. I am strong. I am a nurturer. I am powerful. I am capable. I am desirable. I am respected. I am beautiful. I am friendly. I am reasonable. I am loveable. I am loved.
The former student (FM) I wrote about recently that I'm supposed to meet on Friday wrote me a random text message. It said, "You know you're sexy, right?" It made me smile. I need to smile these days. I wrote him back something silly, saying, "I could say the same for you, and I believe I just did." So, no more guessing if he wants to be just friends.
Hmm.
I also had lunch with a good friend and colleague today. She and I do a lot of activism work together, and we've worked together on and off for the past 10 years. Today, we were talking about this past month, since on the 8th it will be a month since the floor fell out from under me. We had a nice conversation, and for once it was about me, versus about all the politics and activism work that we do so much. She remarked on my comment about how karma has hit me, I left my first husband and when I did, I hurt him terribly because he couldn't accept that we were finished as a couple (although I didn't find another relationship with my now-ex-boyfriend until 4-5 months after leaving him). Now this has happened to me, I was the one rejected, although my ex-boyfriend left me in much more dubious and painful circumstances. And I've often remarked about how much I probably deserve this because of karmic symmetry, even though I don't believe in the stuff one iota.
However, she said to me, "If you believe that is karma, don't you also believe that all the people out there who want to help you through this time is also karma, because of all the nurturing that you've done over this past decade?"
I looked at her, and I gave her a sloppy grin. "I didn't think of it like that."
She then went on about what I've done in the Reno community over the years, and otherwise brought me to tears. She was kind, caring, and supportive. I was certainly appreciative of her remarks. I'm still not sure if I believe in everything she said, but I was listening nonetheless.
I still feel weird about having all these conversations with people that are ultimately all about me. I guess I still haven't let the point that she was making completely sink in. It's another one of those 'time' things, I'm sure.
Funny thing about all of that though, my ex-boyfriend would have dismissed the whole conversation. "There's no such thing as karma," he always said. True enough, but the concept is comforting, and it gives that symmetry that I was talking about earlier to the worldview, even if taken with a grain of salt and a nod and a wink. For me, it works. He always shot it down. He's not here to do that anymore.
And I have a date tomorrow. Now that I'm actually thinking of this as a date, I've become nervous. I've been wracking my brain about what to do, since it's been almost a decade since I actually dated in Reno. It being Artown, there are a lot of things to do. This guy has never seen the "Sound of Music", which is playing at Wingfield Park on the river for free tomorrow night. However, if that's too mellow for him, I have a crazy idea. I'm thinking about rafting down the river after dark, in my little two person inflatable raft. I have the oars, we will just need to coordinate parking so that we have a start and an end, both with vehicles so as to not get stranded. After dark rafting seems like it'd be a lot of fun, we'd definitely have a lot of talk time for the first date, and it forces closeness and proximity.
Whatever this is, I still have it pretty bad - but I'm beginning to figure myself out. For the past four days, I've been waking up and reaching to the other side of the bed expecting my boyfriend to be there. I have this urge to curl up against him, and when I reach for him and find empty space I suddenly wake up fully, and tears come to my eyes.
He's not there anymore. He hasn't been there for a long time.
This is an addiction. And I know it is because of these cravings and feelings of need. I should know, I've been in the addiction business for a while as a counselor, beyond my regular duties. I've seen this with alcohol, with controlled substances. The want, the cravings, the need, and the feelings of relief when the object of desire is obtained, whether it be cigarettes, alcohol, methamphetamine, or for me, my boyfriend.
I felt relieved when he held me, even when he said everything was not going to be okay. I fell asleep quickly the last day that I slept with him, because he let me fall asleep on his chest. I needed him to get my 'fix', I await an e-mail or a call from him, even though I know that I won't get such things. I want to talk to him so that I can feel better. So I know that he, and I, are going to be okay. That is addiction. I am addicted. I am codependent. I need to wean myself off of him. I have to go cold turkey.
That is the hardest thing that I think I have ever had to do thus far. I don't know how I'm going to do it. I must survive this. I will survive this. I'm beginning to use the tools that I already know in order to get through this. But here's the catch, looking back through this ordeal, I've figured out the reason why I haven't been using my set of cognitive and emotional tools to deal with this. It's because somewhere, somewhere up in my emotional brain, I feel that if I do use the tools to minimize the damage and to smooth out my feelings, then I am admitting that I didn't love my boyfriend as much as if I allowed myself to fully feel and fall apart. It's very strange, but I'm beginning to figure this out. If I feel less, then I have this notion that I didn't ever feel at all.
Being that the last part of that last sentence isn't true at all, I need to begin to stem this tide of emotional muck. I do love him, and no one can ever take that away from me. I did love him, and that can't be taken away either. I had convinced myself that not showing emotion would have trivialized what we had. I thought that smoothing out the feelings, even a little bit, would have made the relationship that I thought was so important, somehow seem unimportant. I now remember and realize that I own my own feelings. No matter what anybody else thinks, including him, I love(d) him with all of my heart and soul. And whether or not I feel to the point of shutting myself down or not, my love for him cannot be minimized in my own heart or mind. I don't have to fall apart for him or anyone else. I have to survive for me. I have to make it through this, and I don't need to show anybody anything. I don't need to prove anything. I know what I have inside.
And that love is mine. And it is immutable.
And it may never go away.
And that is okay, even if it isn't reciprocated. I can love him, without being addicted to him. I can love what I remember or idealize, without being subject to those emotions or to him. I can even love another, without dishonoring my memory of the love I had with him. I can keep what I have left, without being broken by it. It is what I have left of him, it is what I cherish of him, and even he can't take that away from me.
What he did was dastardly and cowardly. And I'm eating from the palm of his hand. I have to let go of this addiction in order to be my own person. To be myself and to get my self-esteem back. I can no longer let him control me, my feelings, my needs, my desires. I have to let him go, so I can let all of that go. I have to let him go because of how all of this transpired. I have to let him go because he has already let me go. I have to let the rope fall from my hand. I have to watch it gather speed as it falls down the chasm. I have to let both sides of the bridge collapse on each side. I have to let it all go.
I have to love myself more than I love him. I have to love myself more than I hate him. I have to fall in love with myself all over again. He is an addiction, and no better than such. His life is his own, and I am no longer a part of it. I have to let my cravings grow until they break, and then I will be free of him forever. Again, that addage of time comes to mind. I'm now heading in that direction, taking the sword to the rope that is still tenuously holding me to him. I have to slice through if I'm ever to move on. I have to slice through if I'm ever to hold on to what I have left of myself. Love or no, I've given enough to him.
The guy I left a message with on the other day called me back today. We ended up talking for about an hour and a half. It was nice to talk in a normal conversation, without bringing up all the painful memories that I've had to deal with when I talk to friends who know what is going on right now.
He was a student of mine four years ago. He's a bit younger than me, at 23 years old. However, I can sense that there is a bit of old soul that resides within him, and while he is still obviously younger in some ways, he's also quite equivalent to my age in so many other ways. His personality and conversation don't point to him being 23. I'm not looking for a relationship. He's had a rough history and past, as I have, but he's still trying to figure himself out (as I am). But he's made some choices that are red flags for me, including past drug use even though he's clean and sober now. But perhaps I need to try to pursue someone who is more human, somebody who I don't deem as perfect. I need to experience what it's like to mellow out a bit and not always be 'on' intellectually or emotionally.
Because he was my student for two semesters some time ago, I know a little bit about his personality, more than if I were just meeting him randomly. He had a hard time committing to class, and ultimately he dropped out both semesters even though he was doing well in class. I talked with him about that, and he felt that he was too slow to keep up at the time. And he also talked of a depression that he was suffering though also during that year. I let him know that I could certainly relate.
He called back a couple of times tonight as well, even as I wrote this entry. It seems that he's truly interested. I am too, but only on a surface level for now. That makes sense, of course, due to the fact that my heart is still ripped out and beating somewhere over there in Paris on Rue Rambuteau. Still, I at some point just may summon it back. I know not when, hopefully sooner than later. But I know not.
This former student of mine is a nice guy, and a bit spontaneous. Strangely, his personality is a bit like my brother's and thank goodness he looks nothing like my brother. That would be rather disturbing. I also wouldn't say that I'm attracted to him for that reason, because my brother has a free-spirit that I often find dizzying and unpredictable. However, I do find this guy physically attractive - and to boot he's intelligent, but he needs focus.
I am not the one to give that to him. Not at this point in my life.
Whatever he has, whatever he needs will ultimately be up to him, for I am no longer caring for others in that way, at least not for a long time. I'm tired of being a counselor for those close to me, I need a break. Besides it's way too soon to even consider such a notion. I'm not looking for a relationship right now, I'm looking for a friend. A different kind of friend, a friend that will help me be spontaneous as well. I need to have a good time, I need to hang out with gay men my own age or nearly so. I need to be as human as the others around me. I'm not superhuman, and I shouldn't have to be.
So we'll see where this goes, if anywhere. I'm happy with just friendship. I would be interested in more, if I had lots more time to heal. And I will have lots of time, even if that time feels like forever. But forever is far away, and this is now. So I made tentative plans to meet up with him on Saturday. It should be fun. I've always enjoyed talking with him, although our dynamics were significantly different when we was in my charge so many years ago. That was in the past, this is now. I am looking to be in the now, not in the past. And I have no major plans for the future.
So I got mad, then I got over it. Now I hurt again. When they say day by day, they really mean it.
I did a stupid thing today. I was going over old pictures, searching for pics of me that were new. I thought that it'd be good to get back on the horse again, even if I'm not yet looking for a permanent relationship. However, as I was sorting through pics, ever so many had my ex-boyfriend and me together, so often looking so happy. How could he not have loved me for such a long time?
How can I get back into that same old track? It's as if the record keeps skipping back to the same groove.
On top of that, I was looking at pictures that we shared the last time he was here in May. As I was looking through those, I found the files with the name of the guy he's with now. I avoided those. But then I also found pictures of him and his new flame after a concert, as they held each other and then again the other guy with my ex's uncle. That, and mom-in-law was right there too.
Fuck. Everybody knew but me. I was the one left out in the cold. I should have seen it. I should have known this was coming. I just didn't get it. I was so fucking stupid.
That really hurt. I missed those pictures when I was looking through pics over a month ago. I must have just glazed over them. Now I found them, and I feel like crap again. Not the what's wrong with me crap, but the nostalgic, I wish I would have figured it out sooner/he would have told me in person so we wouldn't have had to go through the rigmarole that we did.
But then I get back to this thought; how could somebody I care about so much intentionally hurt me the way he did?
It does hurt. I'm not angry. I'm just sad. I'm sad that he doesn't care enough to try. I'm sad that I have no say in this matter. I'm sad because I feel like I have no control over this situation, other than myself. But I'm too lonely to care too much right now.
Gotta get back on that horse. I have to go out and meet people. Meet new people. Find people I have things in common with. I appreciate my circle of friends, but I'm getting mostly pity and sad looks from them right now. I need to find people who have no idea what is going on so that I can be normal, act normal, do normal things.
I don't want to pine over him. I want to be happy again. I want to take my life back. I want to ramp up my self-esteem. I want to be on top, where I belong.
I want him back. I don't want somebody who disrespected me so. I still so fucking confused.
Is it okay if I want him to suffer, even if only a bit? Yes. I keep being told yes. Actually, the most common question I'm getting is whether or not I punched him, and being that I didn't, why didn't I do so? I think that it's because I do love him. I don't want to hurt him, and even though he took that knife to my chest, I still want him to be happy.
But again, I know this shouldn't be, and can't be at the expense of myself. Yes, I know he wants me to suffer. He wants me to feel guilty about all of this, he wants me to beat myself up. He wants me to feel rejected. This allows him to get the separation that he so needs in order to not have second thoughts, and gives him the feeling of a higher moral authority. I get that. It's cruel. It's inhumane. But it's what he seems to be looking for right now. I should suffer. Why otherwise would he put those pictures in the files that we were supposed to share, when consolidating our hard drives. Why wouldn't he have taken those out so that I wouldn't have to see them and then be further traumatized?
Because he must have been either incredibly naive, or been incredibly calculating. At this point, I don't know what is true, and I don't know if I'll ever know. I don't know if I even want to know at this point. He hurt me a lot. According to him, I hurt him a lot too. Still, I didn't twist the knife in his chest as he did to me.
I had a weird and sentimental moment when I woke up the other day. I must of been dreaming of my ex-boyfriend because when I woke up, I reached for him expecting him to be there. And of course he wasn't. I laid there in bed after bringing my hands back to my chest. I stared at the ceiling. I again felt very alone.
And I cried for an hour and a half.
I miss him.
Yesterday was a bad day.
And I know why. I found those pictures of him and the other man.
He asked me to consolidate the pictures the last time he was here. And I did, I consolidated both mine and his. Why did he ask me to do that if he knew that those pictures were on there? Why didn't he just do it himself to spare me these moments of such agonizing grief. It seems like such a cowardly act of emotional violence. Last night I hurt so much that I had to double my sleeping medication, take an additional pill of another type of sleeping medication and then I took two xanax on top of all of to stop the panic.
While under the influence, I sent him a simple but emotionally wrought and grieving email.
I was in so much pain, I sent this before I realized that I shouldn't have:
"I'm still crying. I'm still so fucking sad. Why can't I just get over it?
Why did it have to happen like that?
I know I probably shouldn't be writing you. I know you want nothing to do with me. I know that I've been billed as the root of all of your problems.
But I'm not. You're gone. You're missing from my life. I'm so sorry. I'm so angry. I'm so sad.
I have this huge gaping hole in my chest. How can you not?
How could it just be turned off?
What happened to us?
What happened to all of this?
I'm not asking for you back. You don't want to come back. I get it, even if I don't understand. I just don't know what to do next. And as I get better, I find that I'm getting worse. I am strong, yet I'm not. I am a survivor, yet I'm dying. I love you, yet I feel so very rejected.
I don't know what to do. I really don't know."
I wrote to him exactly what I felt that night.
I haven't heard back from him, and I probably won't. He's had a couple of days to see that message, and I know he has because of the way I know he checks his email. But I can imagine that he's going to ignore it and me. He really wants to let me go. I can't help but to keep reaching out. It's what I feel now. I just can't get those images out of my head. I can't get the pictures of him standing next to Greg out of my head. I can't get the pictures of him smiling next to me out of my head either. Almost five years of memories. Almost five years of pictures. Almost five years of us.
I just want to cry. I still am crying. I can't stop crying. How could love just be turned off?
I forcing myself to write. I cry so damn hard everytime I do this. I can barely see though the tears. These tears just keep coming. My face is wet most of the time. My eyes burn, they are so dry. I get these brief flashes of light, and then the darkness comes back to consume me. I promised my best friend that I wouldn't hurt myself, and I haven't. But I just can't help from feeling so so sad.
I've lost the man I love. I've lost the man with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. I've lost the man who I knew would always come home. I've lost. I've lost so much.
I've lost myself.
And I don't want to be found. I want some random accident to take me out. I want something to happen for me not to feel like this. I keep trying to be strong, but I don't have any strength left. I just have this emptyness. I won't do anything on purpose. I promised I wouldn't. I won't. I just... I just don't know. How, besides months of unconsciousness can I get through this.
People keep telling me that I'll get through this. But I don't want to. I don't really want to go anywhere. I am trying to be strong, trying to distract myself, trying to move on, trying to get, do things, see people.
And none of that is really helping. I keep thinking ahead. I keep thinking of the past. I keep thinking. I have to stop thinking. Is there something that can stop me from thinking? Is there anything that will help me though this? Is there anything at all? I shout into the darkness, and I hear nothing back. No echoes, no murmurs, no breathing. Nothingness. Blackness. Darkness.
Why should I care about anything any more? All the feeling I've had has now been ripped out of me. Why should I ever want to feel again? Why should I care about what others want me to feel? Why should I care at all? Why should I care about anything?
Why am I even writing? What is this? What is compelling me to do this? Who cares? Who gives a shit? It's almost like this is my last will and testament. It's all I have left, it's my voice in the darkenss. It's my hope of being heard - and remembered.
I'm a gay man from Reno, Nevada who now lives in the Bay Area (hopefully soon to be San Francisco). I've been blogging for a couple of years but had taken a break from writing to clear my head. I've been in two relationships lasting over the past ten years, and I'm still trying to find my own way. I'm continuously on the path towards figuring out who I really am, what I want from life, and where I'm going. It has been a tough road, but the light is getting brighter.
This blog is a work in progress. For me, the work is to continuously find the productive parts of my life and my behavior, incorporate positive changes permanently into my life, and slough off the stuff that isn't so great. I've left a career path and the city I've lived in my entire adult life for love, and now am struggling to find work and a place to settle (a victim of the economy, as so many others are). Even so, I found that I'm generally quite capable on my own, but I am still human and fallable.
This blog is about gaining my confidence and owning my own life. It's about a small town gay man learning about himself in an urban city. It's about me.
This little corner is my personal space. Here I can chronicle my behavior, share my thoughts, and engage in my own conversation. Through this
medium, I can share what it is that I'm thinking as life unfolds before me. I do this so that I can look
back - and ultimately assess how I am really living.
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