I had a dream that my ex walked into my bedroom completely naked, with a boner. I got up and went about my day and he followed me everywhere – naked, with a boner. And his girlfriend was trailing behind him with a smile plastered to her face. She was wearing a fancy dress. If someone referred to her, they called her “Swamp Hag Big Bangs.” I felt a mixture of pleasure and pity at the teasing. Really, the dream was quite awkward. My ex, naked, with a boner. His girlfriend, following along.
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I’m at my ex’s. I’m mooching his internet/tv. I was looking around on Match. A 38-yr-old popped up. I was iffy as to whether or not I’d “like” him.
Ex: What do you have against 38-yr-olds?
Me: Nothing. I just, I don’t know.
Ex: I’m dating a 37-yr-old.
Ex: Yeah, that chick I’ve gone on two dates with.
Me: Are you guys dating dating? Like official?
Me: Why am I here then?
Ex: What do you mean?
Me: (Men are so thick.) Why am I here when you have a girlfriend?
Ex: You’re my friend. We’re hanging out.
Me: But. I don’t want her to not trust you. I don’t want to be a problem.
Ex: I told her you’re my best friend and that we’ll be hanging out.
Me: But would she really be okay with me staying the night? I mean, I know we’re not ‘doing’ anything, but still.
Ex: I told her we’d be hanging out and she has to be okay with that.
Okay, I get what he’s saying. I do. But I feel a bit ambushed. Like, what? You have a girlfriend? You have a girlfriend. And I’m hanging out with you. Watching basketball, walking the dog, talking shit about your boss…
She is out of town at a wedding…
I feel awkward now.
Why am I here?
A crucial component of being able to trust is knowing the other person is telling the truth.
The whole reason my bf and I are in this fuckeduppernshit situation is because of deceit. Because my faith in his honesty was shaken, I now question everything that he tells me. Every night he goes outside and “talks with his sister”. Sometimes I know it’s legit because he’ll come back in and tell me about their conversation. Other times I really wonder if that’s what he’s doing. The times he’s out there for 2+ hours or the times he is vague about the conversation, I really find myself doubting what he is doing. Sure, he may be talking on the phone, but with whom?? I hate this sinking feeling.
I went out to smoke and he wasn’t there. I figured he was walking around talking… At that point he’d been gone for almost 2 hours. I came back in but couldn’t stay inside for long. I went back out and smoked again. When I got back inside, I sat down. Then I got up and peeked out of our window to see if he was sitting out front. Nope. So, I opened the front door to see what I could see. Nothing…
Why? What am I doing? Where is this going? How will we ever move forward if truth and trust cannot be established?
I need to cry. I need to pray. He and I need to talk.
A couple of weeks ago I said, “I love you” just before getting off the phone with my boyfriend. I didn’t mean to, really. Isn’t that a problem? Saying “I love you” should never be a mistake. As humans we tend to get into a routine. Some are good, some are bad, and some are neither. When I said “I love you” to him, I did mean that I do love him, but I said the words out of habit and routine, not because I was feeling especially affectionate towards him at that time. Of course the expression of love shouldn’t be limited to only when we’re happy. Love is not merely a feeling. Love is a verb, something that is actionable. When I do laundry and dishes and vacuum and take the dog out every morning, that’s part of love. That is me showing him that his environment is important to me. When I let him sleep longer than I really think necessary, that is me showing him that his mental and physical well being is important to me. When I drive him to work each morning and pick him up each evening (which adds an hour to my commute each way) because his car is a piece of crap, that is me showing him that I care about his financial stability. All of these things I do for my boyfriend are extensions of the love I feel for him.
And in one month I will be moving out. Why? Because his sister is coming back with her two kids and he needs to help her out for a few months while she gets on her feet. And because we can’t “work on our shit” while we live together. Those are his words. This is why I think I’m moving out: He needs time/space to figure his shit out. **sigh** While my friends around me continue to pop out babies and get married, I will move out. I’m not sure how long I should give him to figure said shit out. The only reason I’ve agreed to this cockamamie idea is because I love him and want to show him through this action that I support him and his need to do whatever it is he’s doing. But, there’s definitely going to have to be some sort of time limit. I can’t wait forever… And that thought makes me very sad…
I spent a good bit of this morning crying. I cried when I left the house this morning. I cried during part of my drive to work. I cried for a good 20 minutes once at work (after I remembered no one else was coming to the office today – can’t have ppl walking in on my emotional crisis).
I have started a semi-serious apartment/house search. That is what started my office crying. The more I think about my current situation, the more I realize that my boyfriend and I will end up in separate housing – it’s inevitable. Perhaps that is negative thinking. I feel that I’m being realistic.
He really wants to help his sister out of her bullshit situation. In order to do that they need to get a place together for at least a couple of months until she can find a job and support herself and her two children. In the meantime, he and I will (more than likely) not live together. Technically we could all live together, but in order for my boyfriend and I to really work on our relationship, we both feel that a total separation and restart is necessary. That does not make any of this easier.
I was looking back through my text messages. The last time I got an “I love you” text was on September 6th. After our big blow-up, he told me I shouldn’t tell him that I love him because he feels obligated to say it back. I told him that I do love him. That I am just saying what I feel. He said that he loves me too, but that he wants to step back from everything, to slow down… I feel like he has completely stopped.
Last night I cried before bedtime because I really, really wanted a kiss (and now I’m tearing up again). I was standing in the living room trying to breathe, but not hyperventilate, trying to play it cool… I am so bad at that! He asked what was wrong. I said, “I’m not sure what to do.” He said, “I thought you were going to bed.” I said, “I am.” He said, “Ok.” He then said, “Do you need a goodnight hug?” I said, “Sure.” I hugged him so tight and so long. I didn’t want to let go. Being in each other’s arms felt so nice, so right.
I miss him.
Some shit has gone down between me and my
fiance boyfriend… whatever he is…
I have cried my eyes dry several times over the last two weeks. We’re still together. Sort of. Trust is such a fragile, precious ideal (is that the word I’m looking for?). Once Trust has been nicked, Jealousy and Suspicion seep into the wound. Once Jealously and Suspicion are present in the midst of Trust, Sneakiness and Creeping take over, at which point, Surprise and Sorrow become mingled together and eventually Devastation is born. Sometimes, Jealously and Suspicion end up being pleasantly surprised when they find that Loyatly has been kept intact. At that point Respect and Trust grows together to form Deep Appreciation.
This was not my case. Devastation was definitely born.
I will not go into exactly what happened. I’m sure you may be able to figure that out. Sort of.
At this point my boyfriend and I have “started over”. How do we do that? How do we go back to the beginning? Before the beginning? We know each other. We know so much… And we will each know what the other has done to cause the current situation.
Can Trust truly be healed once Devastation has born his ugly head?
My boyfriend’s sister is in her own crisis. She and her husband are (finally) getting a divorce (probably). Sidenote: I do not condone or support flippant decisions to divorce. This has been a looonng time coming. Really, she should have left him long ago. Anyway, she wants to move to our area. She wants to get a place for her, her kids, and my boyfriend. I’m not part of the equation.
My boyfriend thinks this will give us an opportunity to actually start dating properly again. I see his point. And maybe an actual separation like this would be good for us. Maybe Trust can be learned or earned again after a true separation and new beginning.
I’m not sure what I’m to do though… My boyfriend and I have lived together for over 1 1/2 years. Speaking financially, I rely on him for half of the rent money. Our rent really isn’t that bad for our location. I doubt I could afford an apartment on my own. Unfortunately we moved more than 3 hours away from the last place we lived and I know very few people in this area. What am I to do?? Post an ad on Craigslist for a freaking roommate?! I have enough stuff to fill a 1 BR apartment by myself. I have my own furniture. If I move into an established apartment, with someone looking for a housemate, chances are that my furniture will need to go into storage.
Logistically, I think this is a good idea. This would give us time to each really think about our current situation and figure out what is best for us as individuals and as a couple.
I have felt as though I am on the verge of a panic attack for nearly two weeks. My mind keeps recounting everything we’ve said and done… Everything that hasn’t been said and done…
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know……………. I just don’t know.
My alarm went off at 6am, as usual. I hit snooze, as usual. I got up before the snooze alarm went off. I went to the bathroom to do my normal morning stuff. Took a shower and then sat on the couch, cuddling with the doggy for a few minutes. I got up to get dressed and that is when my morning started going downhill.
My nose started bleeding as I was looking for clothes to wear – not that I don’t have clothes to wear, I just couldn’t find the one shirt I wanted. So, I grabbed a tissue from my nightstand. I knew I was making too much noise when my boyfriend rolled over and let out a frustrated moan. I tried to make less noise. I’m not sure if I succeeded on the noise reduction.
Because I was having issues finding clothing that was both casual and work-appropriate, I ended up having to turn on the light, at which point my boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh. I quickly grabbed clothes from the dresser and closet, turned out the lights, and headed to the living room in order to get dressed.
While dressing I hear my boyfriend’s alarm go off (which I thought he had forgotten to un-set the day before as I was unaware that he had to work today) which sounds like a pissed off Aunt Jemima yelling at her lazy-ass son: “Get your ass outta bed! Get up! Get up! You got stuff to do today! Get up! Get your ass outta bed!” etc. After I finished getting dressed I hurried outside with the dog. I needed a cigarette before facing my boyfriend, knowing he was not going to be happy about being woken up before he was actually supposed to be getting up.
As I came inside, my boyfriend was stretching in the doorway. He informed me that he indeed did have to work today and seemed irritated that I had not remembered him mentioning said work the previous day. I recalled him saying that he was unsure if he had to work, but did not recall any confirmation about work being mandated.
My boyfriend went outside for his I’m-awake-and-pissed-at-the-world morning cigarette. I gathered my things, went out back to say goodbye and he’s taking a piss. Really. Honey. C’mon. Look, I don’t care if he wants to pee outside. But it’s freaking cold this morning! Haha. His reaction when I stepped outside was, “Damn it woman. What do you want?!”
“Just to say goodbye.”
“Well, goodbye.” He kissed me.
I turned quickly and headed back in before the scrunched up you-hurt-my-feelings face and tears appeared. I cried through the laundry room, up the stairs, out the front door, and into my car. I took a deep breath and told myself, “he’s so not a morning person.”
I decided to wait for an apology before texting/calling him at all today. I waited about 40 minutes before he text me.
“Sorry dear. Woke up mad. Love u.” (I secretly hate ‘u’ when one is expressing love.)
“I’m sorry that I woke you up. I know you’re not really a morning person. Lol. Love you. :-)” (I was immediately my jovial self as soon as I saw that text. I then went on to explain the nosebleed and clothing issue and blah, blah, blah.
So, all is well in my world again. I’m so thankful that he realized that he messed up and was more abrasive than need be. So thankful that he apologized on his own, in his own time, and in his own way.