This is me this morning.
Thank God for Ambien. After working almost 40 hours in 4 days, I was exhausted. But….didn’t consider going to bed until about 1 AM. I was on the phone with a friend out in Montana for hours, crying on her shoulder, venting my anger, my hurt, my pain. I didn’t want to go lay down in the bed that he would never join me in again. I was afraid a torrent of raging tears would start that I couldn’t stop. Somehow I calmed myself and slept for 4 1/2 hours. I guess due to 2 glasses of wine and an Ambien. Bad to do together, but it worked for me last night.
I called him back, at midnight, or12:30 and asked him if she was there now. No, he said. I didn’t even know why I called him. I said, “You piece of shit. You fucking piece of shit.” and hung up. I don’t know why I did it. I just had, have so much rage.
II called him twice at 3 AM. He didn’t answer. I wanted to know when this happened, how long has he been seeing her. I want to know if that’s why I never saw him all summer, why he couldn’t make any plans ever, why he was always wanting to come here to my house, and never me to his. I feel like I have a right to know how blind and stupid I’ve been and how big an asshole he is.
He said in his voice mail, “It’s all I ever wanted and you knew that.” WHAT AN ASSHOLE. No, I did not know that, when he was sleeping with me, talking to me all day long, having intimate conversations with me, begging me to come see him the Sunday before last. No I did not know that he still was stuck on the fucking woman who tried to break him and abandoned him and took him for all she could.
Was I too strong for him? I didn’t need him, but oh I wanted him and he knew that. I loved being with him. I put my heart on my sleeve and he fucking chewed it up and spit it out last night. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
And you didn’t fucking mean not to. You meant to use me,and what I so willingly offered,to make yourself feel good. The way it affected me was none of your business I guess.
But then there’s this. Last Sunday we had a blow up, I just got sick of him calling me stupid because I couldn’t translate the two word texts he was sending me, and ended up misunderstanding him. Just sick of it. The wall went up, and I spent the week, trying to get over him. Sure I would, I didn’t even miss him til yesterday. I didn’t even see him as the same man til yesterday.
So, maybe, just maybe, this whole thing, the whole week, has been the universe working in my behalf. Last Sunday was just preparation for him to tell me this last night. As angry and hurt as I am, had I not spent the week trying to get over him, and move on by myself, last night would have been even worse, so much worse.
And seeing that, looking at that, I feel better. I feel maybe the Universe is about to bring me what I want, about to open a door that’s been closed, because I couldn’t close the door on S. Even though he clearly wasn’t actively participating in our whatever it was relationship.
They psychic back in June told me to stand my ground, that when I close the wrong doors the right ones will open. She didn’t mention that I would have the door slammed in my face, and feel broken again, but still…the door is now shut for good. I think it was probably necessary for something like this to happen for me to shut it and seal it shut, never to be reopened.
I’ll get over it. That much I know. I am still in shock, but I’ll get past it. He can be with her, and find some more misery to cry about. He can work til he’s 75 to keep her out of debt, probably will pay for her divorce. That’s probably why she came back. She married someone very impulsively, she’s unable to manage her money, and can’t afford a divorce, so she’ll probably mooch the money off of him, and he’ll gladly pay some more so the bitch can continue to hurt him. Stupid idiot. Who would want someone back that took them for so much? Someone who is used to being punished by those he loved.
Well that’s not me. The people I love are given wings to fly. Even him, when he told me he needed to go find himself. figure out what he wanted. I told him to go do it, that I fully supported it. And what a bunch of bullshit that turned out to be. The first chance he had, he dove right into the past. Setting himself up to spend his life in more pain. He survived liver cancer. The liver is where we hold all our anger. So, do I think they had 12 years of bliss together? Doubtful.
And his daughter, with whom he’s become close…I’m sure she’ll be very happy. She hates this woman, who she feels broke up her family. He told me, his daughter wanted nothing to do with her. The woman was the cause of a rift between he and his kids that lasted years. Welcome to the past again Scott. It’s what you always wanted.
Where is the joy? I know in my head I’m lucky to be out. As my friend said last night, I’m glad it happened, it needed to happen for you to get away from him. He’s really a loser. You deserve so much better. You make loving you so easy. And he just couldn’t see it.
I’m better this morning. I am moving away from all of it. It’s like a car wreck, and even though I was shaken and bruised, I am basically unscathed. My soul is intact. I still know who I am, and where I’m going and what I want, and I know I’ll find it. He loves the car wreck, it’s where he wants to live. He likes to live close to the edge of the abyss and occasionally see what happens if he falls in.
Once he told me, when talking about being rescued off a sinking fishing boat on Georges Bank or somewhere out in the Atlantic, that he feels the most alive when he’s close to death. That should have told me everything I need to know about him, shouldn’t it?
Ok, rant for this morning over. If you made it through this, thank you. much love.