Yes, it's my life, but I kinda wish it weren't right now. I apologize in advance for what may be a darkish post.
Since last Spring, I felt like I was building the life I envision for myself: a partner in life with whom a share values and meaningful goals, a family, a community of interconnected, like-minded people, work that sustains me on multiple levels. As this relationship seems to be crumbling around me, I have a sense that most of these building blocks are crumbling along with it. I literally (hat off to Rob Lowe) feel like dying when I imagine returning to my single life, at least as it was before.
I finally spoke in person with sh/cm last night, but it was an unsatisfying exchange. Though we did connect for a short time and he admitted he was a complete mess the day after I broke up with him, for the most part he wasn't really present. When I asked him questions, he gave rational, measured answers, laced with sympathy. Yuck. Apparently, when he officially broke it off with his ex way back when in I think May (well, broke off their plans to give it another try; the marriage had ended a couple years prior), they talked about her still coming out around this time to wrap things up with work stuff, and he said he figured at that time that she would stay with him. What?! The relief I felt when he broke it off was huge, as it had been something hanging over us for those first few weeks when we were both technically uncommitted and dating others (but in reality were exclusive). To hear that the trip, albeit shorter, was always planned, and that he assumed she would stay with him was hard to hear.
As an aside, I should say that during our conversation, I felt compelled to ask about whether he had any hope that we could work on his/my/our issues together, in some of the ways we had talked about before. He basically said he's scared of his own negative patterns and how they affect him and affected us, and he needs to work on these on his own, outside of a relationship.
But stepping back, we had been having trouble for quite a while. Remember all the jealousy? I think that stemmed from a lack of trust and security on both of our parts. I read something recently that said women's libido stems from a sense that the guy is hot for her and also trust. As we went along, my trust in him diminished instead of grew, partly because he was not consistently sexually forward, as he had been, and partly because he told me he had spoken to his ex without telling me and that she was coming out for two weeks in January (the first I'd heard of it). I don't remember when that was exactly - two or three months ago? On my part, I questioned whether we had enough chemistry and expressed my doubts at times in ways that lessened his security, as well.
But ironically, he was the one who I would say had the most jealousy in our relationship, primarily around my platonic housemate. I did come to understand and empathize with his insecurity around that situation, since the housemate and I are friends and we were, after all, living under the same roof. But he would communicate these feelings in irrational ways that made me feel like I was actually cheating on him or doing something horribly out of line - like when I answered his phone call when driving in the car to theatre group with the housemate and wasn't as present as he felt I should be or when I didn't text him back that day not long ago. Feelings, yes, I could certainly understand him having feelings about these things but it came out in terse, analytical, "grilling me"-type exchanges, which left me feeling defensive and sad.
Why did I put up with this? Because from the beginning, he and I have had so many wonderful, connected times too. We are on the same page in so. many. ways. It's HIGHLY unusual in my experience to have so much in common with another person. And we did have a strong attraction at the beginning and off and on throughout the relationship - though more off at the end. Anyway, we could have great discussions about projects, issues, and feelings, and it was awesome being part of the same community and focused on similar environmental/social change issues. And just having a companion for the more mundane things in life is so wonderful - everything from making dinner; to Farmer's Markets, community potlucks/meetings, and trips (well the trip to Oregon sucked, but other trips); and just hanging out all felt so good when we were "in it together."
Thinking of life without this companionship feels empty and cold, almost unbearable. Yet, I must bear it. I'm getting through one day at a time, the non-12-step way: drinking more than I should, even smoking cigarettes yesterday. I'm sleeping okay, still exercising, and eating not too horribly, so I guess it's not a complete mess.
But I'm sad. And I'm hurt. And I know I had a part in the relationship breaking up, but right now it feels like he lit the final fuse and that sucks.
I have a date from Mat.ch.co.m on Saturday night: an effort to soothe my heart and ego, but I doubt it will amount to anything because of where I'm at emotionally plus I don't think the guy has enough emotional depth. Honestly, at some level, I'm probably doing it to balance the situation with his ex, which is ridiculous because what does it matter now?
Thank you for listening to this disjointed outpouring. Birthday and Christmas here I come, but my bells are broken.