I take a deep breath as I begin to write this. It’s fresh, very fresh, like Wed night, two nights ago, last minute visit to my therapist who I like to drop in on when someone I love dies or a relationship ends fresh. I’ve had a lot of both in the recent years.
Shortly after my last post of top ten things that are hard when you break up, I agreed to take a call from my ex about one and half weeks after he broke up with me. First it came as a text, asking if he could call me, I immediately apologize for not sending him his belongings yet because I am packing for the move, he says that’s not why he called. I then text if the kids were ok, he says yes, I then text if he is ok and he says “not really.” He gets the kids to bed and calls. I am speechless, I am paralyzed, I am shocked, literally shocked, I can’t believe the words I am hearing. He explains that he feels he made a mistake and made his decision in haste and anger and he has really been missing me. He asks to drive up to see me the next day, to talk with me, to try and see if we can….. try again.
I’m anxious, nervous waiting for him to arrive. I jump as the phone vibrates in my hand, I look down and see the text “I’m Here”, a text I awaited each time he came to visit for the 9 months we were together. He comes up the sidewalk and our eyes lock, he walks in, we hug, cry, hug and cry. We go to lunch, he takes responsibility for everything, he tells me where he went wrong, where he let us down, what he now knows and how he loves me, how much he loves me, how much he missed me, how much he needs me and how much he wants to be with me.
I’m scared, fucking terrified to trust him, almost 10 days ago I was sobbing and packing when we parted. Luckily I had enough distractions, purchasing my first home, getting a new car and switching jobs. I associate my house purchase with him, he was with me every part of the way and even came to my inspection. At the restaurant he is vulnerable, open, honest, open-hearted totally open, it’s on his sleeve, on the pancakes, the table, in the coffee, slowly running over my hands and back into my heart. I’m choking on a mixture of pain, hope, sadness, confusion, anticipation, fear, fear, fear…..so much fear but its dripping in the sweet sticky syrup of want, desire and heartache. Within a week we are pretty much back together. Things go great, wonderful, we are open, he communicates what he is thinking, what he is feeling, we tackle the potential problems, head on, together #teamlisaandmike.
It takes three months before I find myself in the exact same place. Asking him not to make this decision, not to do this again, not to run because he is full of fear, not to give up on us, but I have already lost him and I know it. I know he is starting therapy on Saturday I tell him lets not make any decisions now, lets wait, I’ll give him time, no pressure, he can start therapy and I will just wait and be here for him. I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait my voice trails off a sad whisper giving up.
He is not willing, able, he can’t do it anymore. Prior to today he had been talking to friends about us, explaining how we have been fighting too much, his friends tell him that is part of being in a relationship and that every couple works through it. As a last-ditch effort he went to his parents home and talks to them. His mother tells him to stick with it and keep trying because we love each other but his Dad tells him to bail and he does. He was just waiting, waiting for that one person to say “leave” it was the permission to submit and he took it.
I feel a flush of anger like a burning shot from my stomach through my heart into my throat. I’m so fucking pissed off. He fucking sold us out, he sold me out. He let a person outside our relationship judge us and decide our fate. His dad who is responsible for so much of the baggage he carries today. He objects and weakly argues he didn’t “let Daddy make his decision” “Daddy didn’t tell him what to do.” I’m sickened, disgusted, ” “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” You have just made it so we can never be together again or ever be around your family, you’ve made it impossible for me to love or ever be loved by your family . For me in that moment the love is replaced by hate. The next two days are about wiping all traces of each other off Instagram, a few more weepy texts, and the packing up of his shit and mailing it out. I meditate, I cry, I curse, I yoga, I spend time with friends and text everyone the update. It’s over.