Last night was horrendous.
The man that I’ve been in a long distance relationship with for the past 3.5 years has been texting me pretty much non-stop, with me avoiding replying, trying to distance myself from the pain. I had told him months ago that I couldn’t take the distance anymore, & that my seeming lack of importance in his list of priorities, namely, that he’d never once, in those 3.5 years attempted to see me face to face, breaking promise after promise, was too much. I couldn’t do it anymore, and it had to stop.
I succeeded in the not-replying for a week.
Guilt trips, anger, begging, bargaining, & even subtle threats coupled with accusations weren’t enough to get me to respond. In fact, it drove me further away.
Until last night.
And in the depths of remorse over the hurt I was causing another human being, I reached out.
What followed was a sobbing, wrenching, painful phone call that left me wrung out emotionally, & in the throes of a violent panic attack.
I didn’t sleep last night.
Finally, after taking some medication to force me to sleep, I stole about 3 hours of rest this morning, only to wake in the middle of another panic attack.
Heart racing, short of breath, and shaking, I’ve been huddled in my house, constantly on the verge of tears, & unable to calm myself until just the last hour or so, when the anti-anxiety medication finally took over.
Now, numb & hollowed out, I don’t know what to do anymore.
Heart and head war with one another.
Logic and emotion cannot agree.
And the pain of either decision before me looms large, black and all-consuming.
Either way, someone will be in pain.
Either way, I will hurt.
And it will be me who causes it.
Can I run now?