I texted with A till 11:30 last night. He is good for my soul, he loves me so purely. It was soothing after this crazy week. I told him about the new treachery of the week. How it didn’t cause new heartbreak, but that the sheer volume of the lies and betrayal just overloaded my ability to cope with it.
He asked if my heart was closed. Yes, until I can figure out how I let this happen to me.
He asked me to open my heart to him. He said just practice on me, lol. No commitment.
I laughed a little. I don’t want a relationship. I want to discover why I have made such bad choices in men, why I so easily believed all the lies when they are now so obviously lies I should have seen 100 miles away. I need to do some soul searching, I need to clear my head.
I told him that the whole thing has made me feel nauseous, like, dirty. Like I was raped all summer repeatedly. I feel dirty. How could I have not known? To be having intimate incredible sex with someone who was also having it with someone else. It’s just so disgusting to me.
Lies. Just a bed of lies.
A is such a good kind man, and so stuck on a woman who can’t love him. But at least I have not led him on. He knows the truth.
I gotta admit S never told me he loved me. He told me he didn’t want to be in love. Although once when we were talking about it he said “I said I didn’t want to be. I didn’t say that I wasn’t”. Another time when he was leaving I told him I loved him and he replied “in my own way I love you too Deb.” So I guess he kind of did. Enough to keep me there.
He often said he cared a lot for me, “you know there’s a lot more than sex going on here.” It seemed so. We spent a lot of time laughing, talking, sharing. All day, every day. An ongoing convo. I was part of his every day life, moment to moment.
I cannot imagine leading A on. I cannot conceive of lying to him to make him think I cared more than I do. He has always known where I stand. I don’t try to keep him in my life. He stays in it out of choice.
Well, I guess we are seeing the end result of lying as a way of life.
I keep thinking about how S kept telling me to read the Art of War. The first rule was to avoid war at all costs. Yet.., he set up a scenario that was bound to end up blowing apart two women’s hearts, to start a war. He says he is not unscathed. I have to laugh at that. It was not his heart that was betrayed so callously, so cruelly, so carelessly.
And kept trying to get me to play the ancient game of “Go”. He loved it, because it was all about saving face. I hated the idea. Saving face? Geezus. Own your story, make amends, grow, change, become a better man. Save face when you have betrayed people who love you? What kind of false comfort is that? I’d have to ask him which face he wanted to save, he has so many.
I’m feeling very detached from it all this morning. At least, way more than yesterday. I’m starting to rise strong again. I’m making pretty good progress, I think. But from time to time I need to reflect, and see at what points I could have made other choices that would have prevented all this pain.
And I don’t need to save face, lol. I need to stand in my truth and own my story. And that, I can do. Every time.