We broke up
one
two
three
four
years ago, because she wanted kids and I didn't.
This past week, she texted me to say that she and her husband are moving and that she wanted me to come by to pick up some things of mine that were still there. (Initially, after we broke up, we tried to be friends and gaming continued to happen at her house, where we had lived together. When I couldn't handle being friends with her anymore, gaming stopped happening there, but some of the old games that belonged to our gaming group remained at her house basically in storage.) In the text, she suggested that a mutual friend of ours could come by and pick it all up if it was too weird for me. I hate that the people who care about me feel I need to be coddled, but I hate even more that they're right.
I went by and picked up the stuff, but I was barely able to keep it together. When everything was packed up, her husband wandered off, probably to give the two of us a moment to talk or whatever, but I basically escaped at that point. I wanted to ask her if she's happy, if she's writing, all of that, but I couldn't manage it. I will probably never see her again. I am still ****ed up over her. People say I shouldn't be hard on myself, that it takes time to heal, bla bla, but it's been four ****ing years. I should be over this. It shouldn't still reduce me to sobbing.
But I don't know how to get past this. Like, there's this nice story you can tell about a ****ed up Lori who never got anything done and made bad decisions and had unhealthy, conflict-filled romantic relationships. And then 9 years ago Lori started to turn it all around, became responsible, set goals, met a girl, fell in love, started to build a life with her, went back to school, all that. And if life were a movie, somewhere in there is where it ends, with the audience reasonably confident things turned out well and Lori and the girl lived happily ever after. But for some ****ing reason, that's not how things went. Lori broke up with the love of his life and it makes a **** ton of sense that romantically it's all been **** since, because we're not telling the right story anymore; we've veered off into frankly unbelievable bull**** you just needed to keep the series going by introducing contrived drama territory. And the idea that I... ****ing socially crippled Lori... will ever be able to build up something as wonderful as I had with the ex again, it just seems like a ****ing joke.
****, I just want to stop being upset about her.
one
two
three
four
years ago, because she wanted kids and I didn't.
This past week, she texted me to say that she and her husband are moving and that she wanted me to come by to pick up some things of mine that were still there. (Initially, after we broke up, we tried to be friends and gaming continued to happen at her house, where we had lived together. When I couldn't handle being friends with her anymore, gaming stopped happening there, but some of the old games that belonged to our gaming group remained at her house basically in storage.) In the text, she suggested that a mutual friend of ours could come by and pick it all up if it was too weird for me. I hate that the people who care about me feel I need to be coddled, but I hate even more that they're right.
I went by and picked up the stuff, but I was barely able to keep it together. When everything was packed up, her husband wandered off, probably to give the two of us a moment to talk or whatever, but I basically escaped at that point. I wanted to ask her if she's happy, if she's writing, all of that, but I couldn't manage it. I will probably never see her again. I am still ****ed up over her. People say I shouldn't be hard on myself, that it takes time to heal, bla bla, but it's been four ****ing years. I should be over this. It shouldn't still reduce me to sobbing.
But I don't know how to get past this. Like, there's this nice story you can tell about a ****ed up Lori who never got anything done and made bad decisions and had unhealthy, conflict-filled romantic relationships. And then 9 years ago Lori started to turn it all around, became responsible, set goals, met a girl, fell in love, started to build a life with her, went back to school, all that. And if life were a movie, somewhere in there is where it ends, with the audience reasonably confident things turned out well and Lori and the girl lived happily ever after. But for some ****ing reason, that's not how things went. Lori broke up with the love of his life and it makes a **** ton of sense that romantically it's all been **** since, because we're not telling the right story anymore; we've veered off into frankly unbelievable bull**** you just needed to keep the series going by introducing contrived drama territory. And the idea that I... ****ing socially crippled Lori... will ever be able to build up something as wonderful as I had with the ex again, it just seems like a ****ing joke.
****, I just want to stop being upset about her.
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