It's a funny thing really... To the outsider I might seem like the perfect date, totally keeping his cool, easy yet reserved but really... I'm a mess...
I've been dating ever since I did the breaking up... I didn't date to find a new hubbie or anything but mainly for the fun of it... If it would turn out to be like something more was to come of it, I wouldn't have minded... But like I said, I'm a mess... I don't know how to juggle dating several guys at the same time, I don't know how to respond when they want to see me again because in their head a future with me in it has begun to unwravel in their dreams and hopes... I myself however have not had such feelings for ALMOST anyone...
I'm seeing a guy right now... He's mature, well experienced in everything he does, he's from a nice upbringing and the sex is GREAT but... what else??? I sure like him... But I only "like" him... I "like" my friends too... He's talked about the way he feels for me... I replied that I didn't know what I felt yet and for the time being, it seems that's a good enough answer for him... I'm seeing him more often than I had anticipated and I don't mind... But I don't want to uphold his fantasy also if nothing is to come from it... He's falling hard for me and haven't even made a little stumble yet... I'm taking the time to see if something can blossom and grow but I fear that it won't...
On the other hand, perhaps it's all in my mind... I'm sometimes a very practical person and when I compare his interests, his points of view and I look at mine, I see too many differences to overcome so perhaps I just kill the feelings I could have before they become anything real...
Then there's the ex... Last week I have been thinking about him a lot... About the thing that let to my heart growing cold for him, about the arguments that never got settled and about how I seem to get blamed and judged for it going wrong... It gets me angry sometimes... A relationship is about two people... So how did I become the bad guy in this one... And why won't anyone believe ME!!! Is it because I didn't have the strenght to keep on trying, keep on caring... Is it because the breakup came so sudden to the outside world?
When my heart got broken some two years ago, I started obsessing about it at first... I had troubles believing, trusting, feeling and I felt so angry... Yet I acted as if nothing had ever happened and all was like it was before... I played my part towards him, our friends, his family... I played my part... But when I got alone I started obsessing about it again... What if he hurt me again? What if tomorrow I wouldn't have a roof over my head anymore, what if he suddenly changed his mind again and wanted to break up again? I was scared, confused... I loved the boy and I still do to this day but I just couldn't love him as I did before... I hoped it would all become as it was again and for a while it seemed to go the right way but then we started living a rutt... I loved going out, he preferred watching the telly... I had things like choir-parties and music-school-performances wich he almost never attended anymore...
I let it grew apart and so did he... He didn't join me for sports anymore, so I continued without him, I joined a band, started taking sign-language-classes, became part of a board in my local deaf-club and in the end I just had my own life... I had given up on my housework as I didn't have the courage anymore... I didn't cook often anymore, I was mostly away in the evening and when I got home I went straight to bed...
My lover became my friend and the passion I once felt for him slowly died... He saw what was happening but when he tried to do something about it it was already too late... I had given up on my relationship but I just needed someone to tell it to me in my face... And that day when I felt really bad about about my life, I went to see a dear friend of mine to whom I tell almost everything... It was there that I suddenly realised that my relationship was over! There on that evening I took the decision for myself that my relationship was over and that I had to end it... The timing was all wrong... Valentines was coming up in two weeks, there was a family-trip right after that and I didn't know how to handle it... I figured I had to wait to tell him when the timing would be somewhat better but it never came to that... As I got scared I grew even more distant... When I was alone I would get panic-attacks about what I was going to have to do soon... I grew more and more distant and the night before valentines my ex couldn't take it anymore and asked me straight away what my problem was...
There was no use in hiding it anymore... I fessed up that I couldn't go on anymore... I couldn't... I broke his heart on that instant I think... I never expected him to react the way he did and immediately I felt guilty because of it... I had thought he would get very angry and that we would be fighting and screaming and shouting but we didn't... I broke his heart... I know it hurts because once my heart was broken just the same... the only difference was that I didn't change my mind and I stuck with my decision...
For this I am truly and deeply sorry...