Shannon*
04-04-2008, 04:17 AM
I've been reading through the Parting Ways posts today, so I thought I'd put a few things out there. It's not meant to encourage or discourage in any way, just help me get some sleep tonight. It's 4am here and I have to get up in an hour. :no
So its been over a year since I split with the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in blissful happiness with. The breakup was completely out of the blue, at a point where we were blissfully happy, making plans for the future and really settling into a life together. Then he up and ended it. Said he still loved me and always would. Said some bullshit about not being sure if he wanted kids. Then waltzed away (combined with heavy drinking and erratic behavior). I was just literally stunned for weeks. I didn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I cried all day at work - I still went to work because I couldn't bear to be home alone with the memories. Keeping busy helped.
I fought for him. I seriously did. I fought for him Hollywood romantic movie style. I got on the next plane and showed up on his doorstep so that he could tell me he was breaking up with me face to face, and theoretically, work it out having him realize how much he loved me. I wrote several pages worth of everything I wanted to tell him. I read that to him. I gave those pages to him. But in the end, that man has one hell of a steel heart. He never looked back.
I had wanted to remain friends, so we had intermittant e-mails, but I know that his heart wasn't in it. That he was just doing it out of some sort of pity for me. I finally listened to the advice of friends and cut contact. I still have mixed feelings on this. It didn't make me think of him any less, and just left everything hanging still. We resumed contact this autumn, by way of a few inconsistant e-mails. Recently he's been mentioning his new girlfriend, one who is "closer to his age" (he was ten years older than me). I really just don't want to hear it. I hurts like a bitch because I still love him. It's so unfair and pathetic that I still cry over him, that I still miss him, that I'm not forgetting about him and moving on like everyone claimed I would. No matter how strong I am, it just sucks. Maybe I should cut contact again, but I still care, still will want to know that he's doing okay when we're both old and grey.
I guess over a year later the biggest problem for me is that I have no resolution, no closure. I still feel that he lied about the reasons for leaving me, or rather, chose not to disclose the whole truth. I'm no less confused today than I was a year ago. It made no sense, and trust me, I came up with all the scenarios. That relationship is like this chip on my shoulder that I would love to be able to move on from, but just can't figure out how to cut ties without help. I mean, I started dating about a month after the split - just to get my mind off things. It helped. But I've noticed that my relationships are all with men that I don't see a future with from day 1 and that I constantly compare them to the bliss of my relationship with the ex. It's like the bar was set so freakin' high that no one seems to be able to come close. And maybe they could, but I have so many trust issues now. I don't want to open my heart back up again because it was way too debehilitating the first time when the one person I ever completely trusted body and soul, tore my heart out and abandoned me for no clear reason. I don't wish that sort of pain that just sits in your core 24/7 on anyone, let alone want to go through it again.
Anyway, I've been reading a lot of hopeful advice about how girls and their DBs broke up, but that he came around with their perserverence and unconditional love. I just want to say that it just doesn't happen sometimes. Sometimes you are just stuck in this confused pergatory afterwards - without resolution, without the man you love with all your heart. And all you can do it just kind of sit there and accept it, continue to live your life with the hole in your chest, since they've moved on with their lives.
But on the otherhand, I don't think just immediately moving on and forgetting about him is sound advice either. When you're in that position, you simply can't. You need time to grieve. It's entirely legitimate to still be upset 6 months or more out, in my opinion, if it was a strong, serious relationship. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you've grieved enough. Everyone gets over things in their own time. I got rid of all physical reminders of our relationship, I cut contact, I started dating and got a new boyfriend, took up many new hobbies, surrounded myself with friends and new experiences, improved my physical health - all of those things you're supposed to do to help move on. But late at night, my heart still aches. Yes, things are certainly easier and better with time - and I sure as hell have given it a lot of time - but not gone altogether. You just kind of have to wait.
I guess I just wanted you girls going through break-ups to know that everything you're feeling is entirely valid. Your fears, your pain, your love. Fighting your ass off for your man doesn't always give you the happy ending or reconciliation that you deserve, but at least it leaves you with no regrets. I think that's very important. Knowing that you did all you could makes the heartache sit a little easier at least - you realize that you aren't to blame for the failure of the relationship, that it was out of your hands after a certain point.
If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, I'm always around still sorting through this stuff from time to time myself. I feel rather like an expert these days with how to cope with a break-up. Or at least I know all of the stuff that doesn't seem to help. :mumble The best thing I ever did though was join the gym - the treadmill is an evil taskmaster that doesn't care how much you hurt inside, it will make you hurt on the outside too. :wink
Speaking of which, I haven't slept a wink and its time to go for my morning run. Awesome.
So its been over a year since I split with the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in blissful happiness with. The breakup was completely out of the blue, at a point where we were blissfully happy, making plans for the future and really settling into a life together. Then he up and ended it. Said he still loved me and always would. Said some bullshit about not being sure if he wanted kids. Then waltzed away (combined with heavy drinking and erratic behavior). I was just literally stunned for weeks. I didn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I cried all day at work - I still went to work because I couldn't bear to be home alone with the memories. Keeping busy helped.
I fought for him. I seriously did. I fought for him Hollywood romantic movie style. I got on the next plane and showed up on his doorstep so that he could tell me he was breaking up with me face to face, and theoretically, work it out having him realize how much he loved me. I wrote several pages worth of everything I wanted to tell him. I read that to him. I gave those pages to him. But in the end, that man has one hell of a steel heart. He never looked back.
I had wanted to remain friends, so we had intermittant e-mails, but I know that his heart wasn't in it. That he was just doing it out of some sort of pity for me. I finally listened to the advice of friends and cut contact. I still have mixed feelings on this. It didn't make me think of him any less, and just left everything hanging still. We resumed contact this autumn, by way of a few inconsistant e-mails. Recently he's been mentioning his new girlfriend, one who is "closer to his age" (he was ten years older than me). I really just don't want to hear it. I hurts like a bitch because I still love him. It's so unfair and pathetic that I still cry over him, that I still miss him, that I'm not forgetting about him and moving on like everyone claimed I would. No matter how strong I am, it just sucks. Maybe I should cut contact again, but I still care, still will want to know that he's doing okay when we're both old and grey.
I guess over a year later the biggest problem for me is that I have no resolution, no closure. I still feel that he lied about the reasons for leaving me, or rather, chose not to disclose the whole truth. I'm no less confused today than I was a year ago. It made no sense, and trust me, I came up with all the scenarios. That relationship is like this chip on my shoulder that I would love to be able to move on from, but just can't figure out how to cut ties without help. I mean, I started dating about a month after the split - just to get my mind off things. It helped. But I've noticed that my relationships are all with men that I don't see a future with from day 1 and that I constantly compare them to the bliss of my relationship with the ex. It's like the bar was set so freakin' high that no one seems to be able to come close. And maybe they could, but I have so many trust issues now. I don't want to open my heart back up again because it was way too debehilitating the first time when the one person I ever completely trusted body and soul, tore my heart out and abandoned me for no clear reason. I don't wish that sort of pain that just sits in your core 24/7 on anyone, let alone want to go through it again.
Anyway, I've been reading a lot of hopeful advice about how girls and their DBs broke up, but that he came around with their perserverence and unconditional love. I just want to say that it just doesn't happen sometimes. Sometimes you are just stuck in this confused pergatory afterwards - without resolution, without the man you love with all your heart. And all you can do it just kind of sit there and accept it, continue to live your life with the hole in your chest, since they've moved on with their lives.
But on the otherhand, I don't think just immediately moving on and forgetting about him is sound advice either. When you're in that position, you simply can't. You need time to grieve. It's entirely legitimate to still be upset 6 months or more out, in my opinion, if it was a strong, serious relationship. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you've grieved enough. Everyone gets over things in their own time. I got rid of all physical reminders of our relationship, I cut contact, I started dating and got a new boyfriend, took up many new hobbies, surrounded myself with friends and new experiences, improved my physical health - all of those things you're supposed to do to help move on. But late at night, my heart still aches. Yes, things are certainly easier and better with time - and I sure as hell have given it a lot of time - but not gone altogether. You just kind of have to wait.
I guess I just wanted you girls going through break-ups to know that everything you're feeling is entirely valid. Your fears, your pain, your love. Fighting your ass off for your man doesn't always give you the happy ending or reconciliation that you deserve, but at least it leaves you with no regrets. I think that's very important. Knowing that you did all you could makes the heartache sit a little easier at least - you realize that you aren't to blame for the failure of the relationship, that it was out of your hands after a certain point.
If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, I'm always around still sorting through this stuff from time to time myself. I feel rather like an expert these days with how to cope with a break-up. Or at least I know all of the stuff that doesn't seem to help. :mumble The best thing I ever did though was join the gym - the treadmill is an evil taskmaster that doesn't care how much you hurt inside, it will make you hurt on the outside too. :wink
Speaking of which, I haven't slept a wink and its time to go for my morning run. Awesome.