Thank you ALL. So very much. Gratitude beyond my vocabulary.
Tupp, spot on as ever:
I think he can pull your strings - unintentionally or not
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And I think you're right too that it was just a burst of avoided grief that finally got to the surface. It shocked and confused me, as I cry so seldom, but I think that's all it was. I take powerful feelings as a cue something has to change or I have to make it change and quickly, when in reality, they just mean I have to weather them. I have to be with some powerful feelings, which will pass. Thank god I have y'all to see it from a distance. Thank you so very much, Tupp.
Amber, I'm embarrassed but amused to recognize how little I've learned. DECADES ago I used to say to friends tongue-in-cheek but knowing it was true: "I can beat a dead horse into dog food." (BTW I did sleep, because I said hell with this and took an Ambien.) I think you have real and surprising perception about how M senses and reacts to bits of emotional vulnerability or information from me:
he must have sensed your emotional upheaval starting and took advantage to press again for what he wants - without regard to your comfort or state of mind*. I sure wouldn't think it was possible to be friends with someone who treated me that way; that pressure - pushing - influence - give me what I want was a theme
This is sobering and helpful, in a very big way. Thank you. I had been feeling guilty about prodding him to take up therapy again (I know the old "I can change him" delusion is useless, but my wily heart was trying to find workarounds). But the original theme won't have changed, I'm sure.
Lighter, your pure compassion came through like a ray of sunlight. Thank you. Thank you for your kindness and how you respond to pain. All with such perceptiveness:
to feel M release hope for a loving future with you. I think M felt he had to.....to sustain connection with you. I think his pulling back makes it real...the death of hope.
You're right. The whole time (decades ago) I was pining over an impossible romance I yearned after for years...that was when I came up with a ferocious commitment to "reality is my friend" as the only antidote to the emotional wreckage I'd created for myself. I remember back then also repeating to myself, "hope is my enemy." I don't mean that as a bleak outlook on life, which I generally feel is about beauty and gratitude. Just as a way to cope with love, which I'd bungled like a naked oyster on an interstate. (Or like the imprinted child parenting the parent, as Amber mentioned.)
This helped me too, the way surgery can save a life. It hurts but it's clear:
there's not enough compromise to fix it....and there never will be
I don't know why I was so thrown off. Well, I do. Two cozy peaceful evenings, a couple hugs, and a sense that I'll be alone forever...plus pandemic....plus winter closing in... I was just undone by isolation and aging and fearing, it's all lost now.
It helped that I took a walk with a friend yesterday. And I've made plans to do the same today and every day I can when the sun breaks through.
My house is a cluttered mess. I get it cleaned up and then space out for a week or so and it's suddenly a shambles. I feel shame. I wonder if any man I might meet would be so horrified by my ADD stuff that he'd reject me on that basis.
I'm still trying in the limited way one can right now. Got a response from a businessman about an hour away. Very very intelligent but perhaps conservative. Dunno yet, but it was fun emailing him. And reading his fairly astounding blog.
My closest friend here is a fantasist. She tends to encourage my hopes and make fanciful predictions about how it will go. Y'all are different, and I think the distance of being in the ether together gives you clearer sight.
The one piece I'm still chewing on is asking myself why I can't accept M exactly as he is, because it's a cardinal sin to try to change someone. When I ask myself why, I just go back to that final straw -- the night he couldn't listen to me after I asked him to 8 times in a row -- and how despairing I felt as that sank in. It's an important memory and I think it could guide me. It was real and I sensed the health consequences of him not listening. And now, his choosing no new therapy to teach him how.
It's pretty clear.
I hope if I wobble or ever come back with some other rationalization for why M and I might try again...you won't hate me for it. I'm being honest about this because I feel weak at the moment. BUT, between now and Tgiving I'm really going to try to stiffen up my resolve. Hopefully, after that, I won't succumb to the temptation to reach out to him again, or delude myself that I can handle "just friends" when such an enormous dream had to be sacrificed. I think I understand what just happened. A "curtain call" as Judith Sills terms it. Not everybody breaks up cleanly, sometimes there are revisits and retestings of limits and, unfortunately, fresh blasts of irrational hope.
I have a feeling you would care and listen either way. You're a lot more patient than I am. But if you don't want to hear more about him, please do say so. Seriously I'd rather close down this thread than risk alienating you!
For now, in this morning's return to sanity (on a beautiful blue bus driven by you all), I am clear. I will go for Tgiving as promised but do better and more conscious battle with my own escapist fantasies. Face this solo life as it is now. Do sensible things to get through winter. Work on house and health. Walk all I can. Zoom more often. Be honest with myself and speak my truth to others, even if vulnerability makes them squirm.
I love you all.
So gratefully,
Hops