All my friends say “yeah we’ve heard that before.” Even my son.
And I recognize that always after a few days I begin missing him.
So yeah, the posts are me, trying to convince myself. But this time, there is no going back. There is no “I miss you” message to send.
The man I loved didn’t exist. He was a construct of my imagination and desire. Even though I could, and still can, see his soul, the person he covers it with,and uses to deny his true self even to himself, is completely opposite of what I believed he could be, and thought was. I have to remind myself constantly of who he chooses to be, regardless of my belief that he was capable of so much more.
Some people want to rise to others expectations. Others want to lower yours so they can remain in the place they are comfortable, regardless of its darkness, it chill, starkness, devoid of human compassion.
There’s a poster on FB, I see all the time that says “be the person your dog thinks you are. “. Some people try to live up to that expectation. Some people abuse the dog so they can make the dog change its mind.
S is the second. He tried to change me to become like him. Sex without love. Secrets held dearer than life. Walls, not bridges.
I am so glad that I refused to change who I was. And in fact, left him many times for just that reason.
So.. I’ll get through it this time. I won’t become a shell of the person I am for anyone. He is not insisting this time. He is not sucking me back in for another go round at it. He has Betty Boop and she’s already there with him
All I would be is an ego boost for him. He would have kept “sexting” me if I allowed it. He’d even arrange a tryst occasionally if I allowed it. Of course she’d never know, until he wanted to crush her at some point.
I’ve been there with him before. He’s good at crushing. Not so good at nurturing.
No not going back. Just working through it. Helps me see through the thinning fog.