by repressed feelings on Sat Apr 19, 2008 10:41 am
Wow I feel for all of you, especially the guys who are speaking out. It really allows me to recognize some of the pain that is suppressed, buried, and hidden behind the masculine persona of the guy that doesn't need to let his feelings show. With some of you, I wish I could be there with you to help you through the grief of loss.
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I'm 25 and my ex bf is 26. I don't know who to talk to about this, who to reach out to, but yesterday I saw my ex _. We chatted for two hours about mundane things, but suddenly the memory of him has me reading through this forum. I guess I need to vent, I need to process my thoughts, but also seek some advice or feedback.
...Even though he brushes it off, I sense that he's been suffering and having an impossible time getting over me. It's stabbing him. He actually mentions that he still kept all sorts of mementos/letters/gifts that I gave him and thinks of me especially often despite his girlfriends and sexual experiences. That I was his best friend and he lost someone who was the center of his life who during the romance part 'treated him like a king.' Part of me is now like "stupid idiot, serves you right. I win!" and very relieved I threw out all the photos, the gifts and deleted the emails. Part of me suddenly can't stop thinking about him and what this means.
Ughhhh.
...Me...I thought I was so over him, and if anything I was still a twinge resentful even though I made it a point to let it all go and be the type of person that could had the capacity to 'be there for him' and in fact, four years' memory has faded to the point that at present I can hardly recall what he looks like exactly.
In the first months after he (and on his parents' advice) said an abrupt goodbye, I almost became solely focused in wanting him back, sending letters and calling, to which he said coldly, "What do you want from me?" I know I called for one or two hours, which annoyed him, and I became so clingy I hated myself for it.
I'm so glad he's in Spain and not over here, because fresh after he betrayed me and lied to me (more below), all I could think were violent/revenge thoughts when I remember how much guilt, pain and sorrow overwhelmed me months on end. I just had manic episodes of wanting to cry, to shut out the thoughts, and feeling so jilted and depressed and not good enough. But now all of that has finally dissolved to apathy and indifference, except when I see him through MySpace or when he pops _, somehow these sharp intense feelings surge inside of me again.
Rationalizing calmly, my life is pretty great now, very prosperous, full of philanthropy and I told him that even though I'm 25 I've saved enough to buy a home, that my beau is being promoted from project manager to opening an office overseas and advancing prodigiously. It's also obvious that since then, the ex-boyfriend hasn't been doing quite as well and really settled for mediocrity.
It's been over a year since the last time he talked to me, and he wanted to meet me in my hometown in August of last year. (Just a background, he's really a shy and timid sort, really reserved, and he considered me out of his league; but I'm a one-guy faithful type and I really found him attractive in the shy way; and we became best friends and confidants. Yet somehow after being exclusive with me he really wanted to 'experiment' so he briskly left me to greener pastures, insisting he'd like to be friends.)
He has gone through three girlfriends and several affairs, one girl who he mentioned was like me but wasn't as attractive -!?!- (which when he told me sent me into a rabid fury, especially when he wants me to accept that they're 'normal') but I guess he didn't fully anticipate the aftermath of excruciating longing and regret. No contact absence for two years, my emotions were rock bottom devastated, but I threw all that grief into myself and career until it sparkled again.
So fast forward to yesterday, the re-connection. He confides?/admits?/slips? that I'm his first 'r-e-a-l' love, and therefore incomparably unique. The one he still thinks about all the time. He called me the endearing names, and how he was single now. He remarked that he always thought that I was talented, gifted and smart; that I undervalue myself and he didn't deserve someone like me, that I was his ideal girl. Looking at some of my travel pictures, he said that I was "hot" and he casually inquired about my current guy. I brushed aside those comments and he even blurted, "I really want to meet you again, do you think that'll happen?" It is almost as if he had been waiting for me to call him, write to him, or return to his arms again. (Admittedly part of me deeply wanted to.) But I'm so content with my current long-term boyfriend, and we talk about kids and buying a house stuff. Outside of feelings for him, all I clearly remember are the negative things of my ex.
...For the longest time of rejection, my heart doubted and couldn't accept that he loved me (I reasoned that he probably just thinks I'm doing well, that I've got a lot of social benefits that he lost, that I could hire him, that he's sustaining losses of a lover, a friend, all my other friends, etc) I found every possible explanation that he simply 'wasn't that into me.' Now, he's still hung up on it after all the turmoil of four years. Man, I don't see it subsiding even by 2010. I even feel a little sorry for him, and I'm so thankful I had all my friends and activities and the mental fortitude to pull me out. Whew. This is probably by far the BEST REACTION a girl can expect from being rejected, I can almost hear that "Survivor" and "I Will Survive" song in my ears.
Now I've got you outta my life, I'm so much better.
You thought that I'd be weak without you, but I'm stronger.
You thought that I'd be broke without you, but I'm richer.
You thought that I'd be sad without you, I laugh harder.
....I'm just really bothered that the event has triggered thinking about him all the time again, and getting in the way of my work. Am I secretly infatuated, or just particularly tuned into my once best friend and confidant?
If you want to know the truth, during most of this time the almost-suicidal pain that attacked from 2004 to 2006 always felt unreal because I felt his pain and I can't explain it besides the fact that that sensitivity and compassion is how I got to what I do today: I seem to have an acute ability to empathize and feel exactly the grieving and mourning a close friend is feeling, and feel it myself. After the dissolution and months of me not replying, he was feeling suicidal. Two years ago it was triggered crisis attacks of regret: "I've really messed up, I've lost her forever, I don't know what I can do" sort of doom and now it's anticipation: "She finally replied! I don't want to ruin it and I hope she knows how deeply I've realized I loved her but she's not going to be okay with the girlfriends I've had. I better be honest, but I don't want to tell her too much to leave me vulnerable."
Of course, my own self is fighting that and responding in silent mental debate, saying 'Yeah, finally. You didn't fully realize when you broke my heart, how hard the aftermath is going to be, eh? After all the hurtful things you said, after trying to be tough and shooting me down and all those snub remarks, I'm glad I resisted the temptation to respond to all of those birthday and casual-hello and Christmas emails for years. I'm glad that I didn't even give you the courtesy of a response, you don't betray someone, sleep around and expect the one you hurt to come welcome you with open arms. May you keep all the wistful reminders of me, my letters and my photos, and feel dissatisfied forever." Hey, I read that men have a much harder time getting over unrequited love than women, but let him agonize right? I mean, I wish him a lot of peace and a good life, and I don't wish him well at the same time.
Anyway thanks for listening. I don't mean to pull you into this, but believe me, writing it out is tremendously therapeutic. I hope you're cheering for me too, because you know how it feels to be let down, stomped on and cheated by someone you really cared about.
If he's going to have serial girlfriend after girlfriend, heartache after heartache, I suppose I'm glad that I was the first he held hands with and the one that deals the hardest blow. It's coming clear that even though he says little, he's aching and wrenched up and suffering inside. I guess I don't want to be a person that becomes swamped with bad energy because life is preciously short, and by 2062, I'll be 80 years old, and I don't want to think that someone spent five years of their best years of life longing and wishing for something that wasn't meant to be. It's just not the right time to meet him yet. I anticipate that if he gets within ten meters of me, or I to him, my knees will still feel weak, I won't be able to resist attraction and he'll fall hard for me again.
Still, in real life, we'll probably have friendly chat _. He's like that frenemy now, with more of the enemy than a friend. I don't trust him, and he knows it. Guys, do you think I'm being too insensitive?
I guess I learned... There are vast reservoirs of goodness and strength, despite the bad things and the pain and the dismal. I think hope, truth, love and compassion has tremendous power in them. Power to understand, power to hold all the pieces of life together. And deep inside I think sometimes, I get this concept more than he does. Thanks for reading, guys.