“Breathe deep and easy, swallow this pride.
Stare at my shaking hands through bone-dry, blood-shot eyes.”
The morning after my birthday, I woke up and was going through my emails. There was one from an exboyfriend.
This particular boyfriend and I were together for 3 years. It wasn’t all smooth sailing – there were a lot of rough spots, he had dumped me and we had gotten back together again more than a couple of times. But there was a lot of fun times. He ended it in January of 2011 with the words of, “I can’t see myself marrying you.” and “My feelings for you changed to one more like a friendship than a relationship.” So we parted ways in a non-dramatic fashion and figured we could be adults about this and still be friends. Yet as time went on, we ended up back together in an unlabeled thing. And it continued, but I wasn’t his girlfriend. It was sort of maddening.
I took a month vacation, to San Francisco…To get away, to get my head together, to think things through without influences. And during that trip, I interviewed, I prepped, and I made the choice. To benefit my career path, for my SANITY, to break the sickening cycle…I decided to move. I decided to uproot my life from the only place I had ever known as home….I had figured if me and this guy were meant to be together, it would somehow work out despite my choice to put half an ocean of distance between us.
So, I moved. He came out for a visit several months later for a few days. It was nice, but as time drug on…Despite the talks, despite everything…I came to the realization that he wasn’t going to move to be with me, that when he ended things…That his feelings really HAD changed, that he really didn’t want a relationship with me anymore, and that we both were just falling back on what was familiar to us.
Months had passed, us barely talking…And then it came to the point where he was asking for me back. At this point, I had moved on. I had accept that we weren’t meant to be in a relationship together. MY feelings had changed. And I realized I no longer wanted to be in a relationship with him. I came to that decision through some of what he said to me when we did get a chance to talk, my own thinking, and the fact that he had never done anything to show that he really wanted to be with me.
This past February, he called me to have another talk – a last ditch effort to ask for me back, to get back together. And again, I had told him no – that I didn’t want to be in a relationship with him. Of course he didn’t take it very well…Rejection always hurts. So when that phone call with him ended, he said that he wouldn’t contact me for a while because he just needed time to get over the pain and hurt.
“I have traveled in darkness, for what seems like days.
I crawled from the sink-holes, collapsed under this weight.”
Back to the email from him.
It was paragraphs and paragraphs and paragraphs long.
There was no pleasantries, no asking how I was, no birthday wish.
From the beginning to end, it was just a dialogue about how his life wasn’t going to great, how he’s not doing well, how he’s been hurt by me, how he’s resorted to alcohol to cope with things, him being over-dramatic by talking in absolutes and ultimatums.
It just screamed: Fuck you and what you’re going through. Here’s my burdens and issues and here’s how my life sucks. Oh, and your birthday? Despite knowing you for five years, I’m not going to mention it – at all. And the way it ended just heaped an enormous amount of guilt on my shoulders, nevermind putting me in a tough situation.
If I replied to him, I know it would be unproductive and nothing would be resolved. We’d just go through the cycle of talking about everything, getting hurt and having tears, with nothing changing in the end result.
If I ignored it, then he would say that I wanted nothing to do with him…and whatever happened after that would be all my fault, somehow…Because I made the choice not to talk to him.
I know I shouldn’t let it get to me…I know I should let it roll off my back. But it still hurts.
I’m not entirely sure what he’s going through. And he doesn’t know what I’m going through.
But I think it’s time to cut the ties, what little we have remaining.
“I know not your sorrow, but I know mine…”
But Tonight We Dance – Rise Against