i have been trying to explain to A for over an hour why I have backed away. Not because I don’t love him, but because I am healing. Because I need to sort out my emotions, because I need answers as to why I set myself up for such a fall. He doesn’t get it. He’s one of those, snap-out-of-it kind of guys. Oh man, if only it was so easy. If only I didn’t have deep dark questions about myself.
I don’t know if I want to engage in a long distance relationship with him. At all. Let alone when my heart is still in pieces, my trust in myself is shot. My understanding of what is has been flipped over, and upside down, and is still righting itself.
I told A I have a blog, all this time he didn’t know. But I told him no one has the link to it, because it would cause me to censor what I write. That was not true, S has the link. I regret every day that he has it. It caused so many problems in our relationship, and it prevented me, at times, from writing what I felt. Now, I try to write imagining that he doesn’t read it, because I need this outlet for myself. If he can’t contact me, then I won’t ever know if he read it or not. I don’t care, as long as I don’t have to deal with his emotions over it. But I vowed no one else would ever get the link that knew me. So I could keep the purity of what I write as coming from my heart.
Last I talked to S, on Monday, he was still reading them. I shake my head….why would he? Maybe he’s afraid I’ll tell some of his deep dark secrets. I won’t. Geezus. I won’t. I also know he misses me, and wants to know what I’m up to. I hope that will go away if we never communicate. I hope I will stop missing him too.
I feel bad that A is unsettled by me again. I may lose him….that would be awful. I didn’t shut him out, I just don’t want to be intimate at the moment. I have to heal, I have to get the connection with S out of my psyche. I tried to explain about learning lessons from the hard things we go through. A said, “he has nothing to teach you.” He doesn’t get it, what it is I need to do. It was frustrating, to me, to have him try to get me to change how I feel. Because he loves me. He doesn’t want to lose me. Again. He wants me to come see him, to stay with him. To make love to him. I’m not ready to do that with anyone.
I feel what I feel. Geezus. I’ve been on this journey for a long time. I will honor what I feel, I will have the hard conversations. But I won’t be deterred.
It was a hard day anyway. My job is ridiculous, totally get stressed out there. For the next 10 days I’m covering 2 desks, and my own desk is keeping me there at least 9 hrs every day. Then I am dealing with the roller coaster of emotions still, from S. They are like a stormy sea, they are calming. I have been boating in some seas where when you look up, all you see around you is water, and a small patch of sky. That’s where it was. The patch of sky is bigger now, but the seas are still rough. Every once in a while a 50 ft wave knocks me down and dismasts me. Rogue waves. From a rogue.
From Merriam-Webster: Rogue. A vagrant, a tramp . a dishonest or worthless person. A scoundrel.
Rogue waves. Still riding them.