I’m at work now, using my computer there. This will have to be quick, lol.
I was hoping that the blog I had written but not finished might have been saved by WP, because sometimes when i have inadvertently lost it by flipping a page or some other weird malfunction of cyberspace, it shows back up in the form of a message that I had a blog started, do I want to restore it.
But no, of course not, this time.
I wrote that A has been backing off since I told him not to come. While he was ok on Tuesday after I told him, yesterday I barely heard from him, though at night I did get my normal “Goodnight sweetie” with some hearts. I know he is having to face the fact that there is no future for us, and I won’t press him, I’ll just be here when and if he wants to talk about it. I did hear from him this morning a bit…but not as much as usual, and with much less emotion. It’s all good. I couldn’t have led him on, who can live with that kind of stress. If I don’t feel it I can’t do it. Simple.
Much better not to lead him down a path to believe there’s something there, as happened to me with S. No devastation. Hard truth, but the pain is so much easier to bear, when the truth is known up front.
I realized too, that what has hurt me the most about the unknown FB account, was not just the lies and deception about having it at all, and realizing that he has been in contact with BB for a long time, but just as much if not more, because I realized that there are people that he lets into his life fully, that knew about and could comment on his FB page. Here was the pic of his friend, and BB could comment on it, and I was the one who ran to his side when his friend died, and was excluded. I was always excluded, it was always a problem for me, not to know anyone, to be his secret. When he got a phone call and I was in the car he might say I’m not alone, he never said, I’m here with Deb. Because no one knew about me.
Just opened another wound up a little. It’s probably why I’ve been hurting all week. To love someone so much and have it shoved in my face, again, that I was just on the periphery of their life. Never to mean really anything.
So, I am healing, once again. I have a gong bath tonight, and some events this weekend that will help. One of these days all the wounds will be healed, scarred over enough that they can’t be reopened.