For a period of my life I was engaged to the most wonderful woman I had ever met. The name she went by induced laughter and positivity. Her smile brought the most stone-cold-hearted human to life. The best gift-giver in the entire world. A woman I wanted to spend my life with. That certainly could not happen for all of those reasons. I wasn’t there yet.
When I decided to leave for my home city of Rochester, NY. I left with the full intention of working through some psychological issues I was having at the time and to get my feet a little more grounded. What I didn’t realize was that I had not either communicated that clearly enough.
I was in a dark mental space for countless reasons and I knew within three days of being back in New York that I had made a huge mistake. That maybe moving away wasn’t actually going to fix any of my problems. That maybe the problem was actually between us and that I needed to deal with my luggage before checking into my mansion.
Without hesitation I will admit that I dealt with absolutely none of my problems… Aside from the obvious ones that involve me caring too much at one time or not giving a damn about a single soul.
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Without hesitation I will admit that I dealt with absolutely none of my problems. That took another 6 months for me to feel comfortable saying that I had any sort of serious disturbance in my mind. Aside from the obvious ones that involve me caring too much at one time or not giving a damn about a single soul.
After 6 months of ignored calls and finding out that she ended up dating, and is still currently dating, the only person I’ve had a serious distaste for merely weeks after I left, I tried to get her back. I asked her what I could do to make her mine again. She had some stipulations that I found to be reasonable so I started tackling them with the accuracy and intensity of a mountain lion.
Firstly, I needed to become a mentally stable person. Someone that she knows wouldn’t leave her side if things got hairy. (Which they most fucking certainly already were. With dating that asshole, and all.)
I stayed steadfast on my commitment to her. Even though I had no sign of hope that I would make it to the other end with her wrapped around my arm until we got old and full of wrinkles.
Secondly, I had to be financially stable. Now as soon as that was a concern I picked up all of the work I could find and I busted my ass each time I tried. Both times I left the jobs out of over-working myself to the point of mental exhaustion. One time it created a complete mental breakdown of which I locked myself in my cold studio apartment and tried to drink myself into oblivion with Naddy Daddy’s. Which I will add are fucking awful tasting. But when my heart was thrashed, I was unfamiliar with my surroundings, and I couldn’t afford heat, their flavor becomes something I found insatiably satisfying and actually pleasureful.
Thirdly, I needed to live in one place for a full calendar year for her to consider me. Now this I think was what really topped my lid. You want me to be a single man and NOT TRAVEL? This is officially FUBAR. If you don’t already know what that means, it stands for Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. A phrase that was coined in the trenches of Vietnam. Now I am associating someone that I wanted to marry with the battlefield of Vietnam. No I know love is a battle, but it certainly should not be an earth shattering war zone that shouldn’t have been started in the first place…
All this time I thought I lost her when she has actually lost me. I had no idea how much unnecessary effort I was feeding into someone who was not even trying to return the favor.
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Something in my mind switched one day. All this time I thought I lost her when she has actually lost me. I had no idea how much unnecessary effort I was feeding into someone who was not even trying to return the favor. Now remember, this is one sided. I’m sure she has her reasoning that was a sign of her fighting back. I will openly call bullshit on it though.
I had never thought that at any point in my lifetime that I would consider myself valuable enough for me to think that someone lost me. That’s not the way things have ever worked for me. It’s always been the Ginger losing the girl. Never the other fucking way around. I have no idea what this revelation came from but I now want to stand by it forever. As all loving people should do. We are all one of a kind. You, me, your best friend, all of us. (Except some of those corporate mongers. Some of them are not unique whatsoever.)
I guess what this whole thing is about is that I’ve finally freed myself from any sense of uselessness because I had my entire world shattered at some point. So I will go to say further that I do truly believe that things will always get better, if better is what you are aiming at. There will be a time when you will see yourself as the people who love you do. And I am already jealous for my next love interest. I have a fine tuned level of swooning inside of me that I shared with someone who didn’t realize it’s greatness. This one is to you, whoever you are.
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Interesting article, thanks for sharing! I especially love your quote “I do truly believe things will always get better, if better is what you’re aiming for”. I think so too- I think your life will become what you focus on.