After this last weekend, I feel as though I’ve been on a rollercoaster that ran through a tornado.
Well, maybe not on fire, literally…
But, my brain sure hasn’t slowed down long enough to catch up with all that’s happened to my emotions.
It started on Wednesday.
I was talking to one of my coworkers, who just so happens to live in the same town as my first ex-husband.
And I asked her if she ever saw him around…and if she did, to say “hi” to him from me.
Long history short, I was trying to let him know that there were no hard feelings over the past, & that everything was cool with my end of the world as far as we were concerned.
That night, I received a text from a unknown number, with a photo attached.
Of 2 of my coworkers…and my ex-husband.
Who – just coincidentally happened to run into each other at the state fair.
Cause this shit happens in my life.
Thinking the unknown number was said coworker, I replied “LOL, what a coincidence!”
And got a reply from — my ex-husband.
Who I proceeded to text back & forth with for the next two days.
Who asked me to go out to dinner with him Friday night, which I did.
And then, proceeded to ask me if there was a possibility that we could try again for a relationship.
Click……..click……click… click ..click click…click…..click…clickclickclickclick…
J and I have a long history.
In the past when we first met, we moved way too fast, didn’t know how to handle conflict, or each other, & we each had things we needed to do, places we needed to go, people we needed to be…and we couldn’t do that together – not the first time around. Our marriage blew up in our faces after a short & stormy whirlwind of a relationship.
4 years ago, we found each other again, and…once again, tried to move things along way too fast. At least, he seemed to want it that way, until he suddenly disappeared off the radar after only a month of dating. I was left, floundering & confused, not knowing what had happened, and without any communication from him…
I wrote a letter, telling him that I was hurt, but that if he ever decided he was ready to talk, he knew where to find me. I still loved him, but couldn’t hold onto someone who didn’t want to be with me. I had to try to let go.
Hence, telling the coworker to pass along the “hi”.
I knew he’d never make the first concession, never say the first word.
So, I nudged the brake.
And the rollercoaster took off.
I’m not sure where the ride will take us, just yet.
I’m still anxious about being left in the dark, alone & silent, again.
Although, I asked for 2 things.
That he be honest, and that he not shut me out. Whatever comes up, we talk about it.
Everything is new and fragile, yet familiar…I know this man, I feel so comfortable talking to him, being around him. It’s natural, like breathing in and out.
My headspace is so full…
And the tornado spins.