I’ve never been a believer in the “bad luck” of Friday the 13th.
However…
Today, could have been the exception to that belief.
Men…can be so thoughtless, hurtful and cruel. (Yes, I’m sure women can be too, but since I’m not bisexual or gay, my romantic relationships have never involved the feminine gender)
Everything seemed to go up in flames today.
The man I’ve been talking to for 3.5 years? Well, on New Year’s Day, I told him that I wasn’t going to wait anymore. That I was tired of always coming in last place on the priority list. I’d told him months earlier that if he couldn’t make me a priority & actually keep his word by the end of 2016, that I was done.
The time lapsed, he still hasn’t decided that I’m important enough to merit meeting face to face, so…I ended it.
At least, on my side.
He…won’t stop texting & attempting to call. He’s furious that I’m actually sticking by what I said.
He’s blaming me for the situation.
Every decision he’s made, he’s made on his own, for his own reasons, & tells me about them after he’s already decided & taken that step. How is this my fault?
So, I threw my phone in my purse & ignored him for most of the day.
I hate confrontation & arguments.
Cue the next thing.
Another man I know, who I dated in the past, starts sending me mixed messages. He’s never wanted the “forever” thing, so I never bothered to bring it up, knowing it was a moot point, & would never come to pass. I’ve never let myself say the “L” word with him, because I do want monogamy, commitment, & marriage again, someday.
But today, in the emotional turmoil I was experiencing with E, I start getting messages from this other man, that sounded almost romantic & sentimental. (I say almost because I don’t know what to believe anymore with this, whether it was meant as a “haha-funny”, or if it was supposed to be taken for real).
I’m so messed up in the head right now.
PLUS, (yeah, there’s more)…
I sent an email the other day to a man I knew a few years ago, who I dreamt about, & felt compelled to contact. We were emotionally close at one time, and confided in each other a lot of personal stuff. We were close to seeing if we could “make a go of it” romantically, when he suddenly backed up & disappeared. It destroyed me for a long time, & I’ve never completely gotten over the loss. Not just as a romantic prospect, but as a dear friend, & someone I’d come to think of as Chosen Family.
I didn’t expect a response at all, as he was pretty clear about not wanting any kind of relationship with anyone, ever. (Miles of bad relationship road behind him, & a fear of getting hurt again)
He responded, & wants to talk as soon as he returns from a work trip he had to go on.
Flaming unicorns on pogo sticks.
My sanity won’t take much more.
My brain is on fire, my heart is in pieces, and I can’t see the point of continuing with much of anything right now.
So, after I finish this post…
I’m putting down the phone, face down, so I don’t have to see it’s mocking screen…and I’m going to pour myself an adult beverage.
Or six.
No, I’m not laughing as I write this.
I’m completely fucking serious.
And I’m seriously completely fucked.
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