cochabamba
Dec 14, 2009, 11:21 PM
Warning: long post made by a person so pigheaded as to be beyond help. Probably not worth bothering with.
When my girlfriend of four years broke up with me, I was relieved. We had always got on fantastically, she was everything I had ever looked for in a woman -- and I say that in all seriousness: my friends would laugh when I told them about her, as she so perfectly fit the profile of what they knew I had always hoped to find.
However, the relationship was bad, because I never loved her. I felt sad and confused that the feelings never materialized, and worried that if I didn't love someone who seemed so perfect, I would never love anyone. She was clearly crazy about me, a very warm and wonderful person, utterly beautiful and talented, but I had no love to give. I worked hard to be good to her, was always considerate, never cheated, but couldn't hide the fact that my liking for her did not come close to matching her feelings for me. We stopped living together, and I would use every excuse not to sleep with her, even though she is an outstandingly attractive woman. I was a cowardly schmuck and should have broken up with her a long time before.
Finally, she made the difficult decision to break up with me, and I was relieved. She found another boyfriend within weeks -- I suspect she left me because she saw the chance to start a better relationship, and I bear her no ill will for that -- and I congratulated her, I was happy she had found someone and hoped it would work out.
A few nights later I visited her at her home, and we had a long talk about things that had scared us to discuss while we were dating. What her friends had said about me (all good), what she'd been thinking about me (mostly good), what I'd been thinking about her (complicated but good), sexual things (OK, not so good); things that any couple in a good relationship isn't scared to discuss. That night I fell for her.
I don't need to go into the details of the way I feel; it's new and incredibly raw to me, but you've all heard it before, and most of you have been where I am now. Only woman for me, can't live without her, can make her the happiest woman alive, want to die, blah blah blah. (Note: despite this last feeling I am definitely not suicidal, I've made my absolute decision there.) I keep writing her long emails explaining my feelings, we've had even longer and somewhat rambling conversations, we've cried together over it. I couldn't eat for a week, and am still losing weight fast (over a month later -- I've gone from muscular to seriously underweight).
Now, I've read enough posts on this site (and enough books and plays... ) to know that the consensus best advice is to cut off all contact with her, enjoy life, work on feeling good about myself and who I am, and get on with living (personal big up to talaniman for that style of well-grounded tip in the posts I've been reading, but there are so many great advisors here!). Taking that course of action, I have no doubt that over the coming months I can learn to accept that this relationship is a non-starter, and go on to be happy on my own and then, who knows, happy with someone else, for whom I will doubtless come to feel everything that I feel now for my ex. I totally understand that, for someone where I am now, that is the best possible advice.
I'm not going to take it. You can all write it to me, you can shout at me in with the CAPS LOCK down, water off a duck's back my friends. I don't want to move on, I don't even want to want to move on, I want to make our relationship work; I want to shower her with love and affection and make her world filled with pure joy. I want to share everything with her, and grow old by her side. I have absolutely no interest in anyone else, and if loving her means loving her in vain, I'm willing to take another 50 years of this (none of my grandparents made 80, so it might not even be so long).
So, I'm not asking you how to carry on and live a happy and fulfilled life. Fine for some people, but not what I'm after; in any case, no need to ask, the information in already out there. I'm asking how to get back into a relationship with this one girl. I know that it's almost certainly not going to happen, and that if it did then the relationship would almost certainly turn into such a hideous disaster that mankind could never again inhabit the city where it happened. Those "almost certainly"s are a risk I'm willing to take.
So, how do I take best advantage of these vanishingly slim chances? Do I keep telling her I love her so she knows she can come back? Everyone says that's crazy, but surely people wouldn't have the instinct to do it if it absolutely never worked, and Eric Clapton did end up marrying the girl her wrote Layla about.
Do I turn my back on her so she realizes she needs me? If you're thinking of telling me that so to fool me into taking the Good Advice mentioned above and getting over her... well, good idea, but I'm wise to you now and hence very suspicious.)
Do I stay friends with her, inflicting gaping wounds on myself as she tells me of her happiness with the new man, hiding my own feelings until my soul becomes a twisted, dried out husk? I quite like the sound of that one (seriously). Or do I fake relaxed happiness without her, maybe even a new relationship, so she feels jealous? Or, of course, perhaps someone out there has an even more cunning and Machiavellian scheme to recommend. Any personal experiences of cases where people went back to exes under similar circumstances would be much appreciated. No need to mention subsequent events if they ended horribly.
Writing this, I realize that it looks as though I'm not serious, and just trying to draw out a certain kind of response. Please understand that I have a huge respect for those of you who give your time and wisdom here to help people in dire situations, and that I am a real person who is going through an incredibly unpleasant experience; my self-mocking tone is due to a combination of traditional English reserve and desperate suffering. I wish I could bring myself to take the advice that is clearly for the best, and perhaps in time I'll come to that, but right now I can't bring myself to take any action not aimed at being with the woman I feel such a need for. I can see that this relationship is very unlikely to succeed, but my heart assure me that it must. Knowing how to move on is useless until I want to.
When my girlfriend of four years broke up with me, I was relieved. We had always got on fantastically, she was everything I had ever looked for in a woman -- and I say that in all seriousness: my friends would laugh when I told them about her, as she so perfectly fit the profile of what they knew I had always hoped to find.
However, the relationship was bad, because I never loved her. I felt sad and confused that the feelings never materialized, and worried that if I didn't love someone who seemed so perfect, I would never love anyone. She was clearly crazy about me, a very warm and wonderful person, utterly beautiful and talented, but I had no love to give. I worked hard to be good to her, was always considerate, never cheated, but couldn't hide the fact that my liking for her did not come close to matching her feelings for me. We stopped living together, and I would use every excuse not to sleep with her, even though she is an outstandingly attractive woman. I was a cowardly schmuck and should have broken up with her a long time before.
Finally, she made the difficult decision to break up with me, and I was relieved. She found another boyfriend within weeks -- I suspect she left me because she saw the chance to start a better relationship, and I bear her no ill will for that -- and I congratulated her, I was happy she had found someone and hoped it would work out.
A few nights later I visited her at her home, and we had a long talk about things that had scared us to discuss while we were dating. What her friends had said about me (all good), what she'd been thinking about me (mostly good), what I'd been thinking about her (complicated but good), sexual things (OK, not so good); things that any couple in a good relationship isn't scared to discuss. That night I fell for her.
I don't need to go into the details of the way I feel; it's new and incredibly raw to me, but you've all heard it before, and most of you have been where I am now. Only woman for me, can't live without her, can make her the happiest woman alive, want to die, blah blah blah. (Note: despite this last feeling I am definitely not suicidal, I've made my absolute decision there.) I keep writing her long emails explaining my feelings, we've had even longer and somewhat rambling conversations, we've cried together over it. I couldn't eat for a week, and am still losing weight fast (over a month later -- I've gone from muscular to seriously underweight).
Now, I've read enough posts on this site (and enough books and plays... ) to know that the consensus best advice is to cut off all contact with her, enjoy life, work on feeling good about myself and who I am, and get on with living (personal big up to talaniman for that style of well-grounded tip in the posts I've been reading, but there are so many great advisors here!). Taking that course of action, I have no doubt that over the coming months I can learn to accept that this relationship is a non-starter, and go on to be happy on my own and then, who knows, happy with someone else, for whom I will doubtless come to feel everything that I feel now for my ex. I totally understand that, for someone where I am now, that is the best possible advice.
I'm not going to take it. You can all write it to me, you can shout at me in with the CAPS LOCK down, water off a duck's back my friends. I don't want to move on, I don't even want to want to move on, I want to make our relationship work; I want to shower her with love and affection and make her world filled with pure joy. I want to share everything with her, and grow old by her side. I have absolutely no interest in anyone else, and if loving her means loving her in vain, I'm willing to take another 50 years of this (none of my grandparents made 80, so it might not even be so long).
So, I'm not asking you how to carry on and live a happy and fulfilled life. Fine for some people, but not what I'm after; in any case, no need to ask, the information in already out there. I'm asking how to get back into a relationship with this one girl. I know that it's almost certainly not going to happen, and that if it did then the relationship would almost certainly turn into such a hideous disaster that mankind could never again inhabit the city where it happened. Those "almost certainly"s are a risk I'm willing to take.
So, how do I take best advantage of these vanishingly slim chances? Do I keep telling her I love her so she knows she can come back? Everyone says that's crazy, but surely people wouldn't have the instinct to do it if it absolutely never worked, and Eric Clapton did end up marrying the girl her wrote Layla about.
Do I turn my back on her so she realizes she needs me? If you're thinking of telling me that so to fool me into taking the Good Advice mentioned above and getting over her... well, good idea, but I'm wise to you now and hence very suspicious.)
Do I stay friends with her, inflicting gaping wounds on myself as she tells me of her happiness with the new man, hiding my own feelings until my soul becomes a twisted, dried out husk? I quite like the sound of that one (seriously). Or do I fake relaxed happiness without her, maybe even a new relationship, so she feels jealous? Or, of course, perhaps someone out there has an even more cunning and Machiavellian scheme to recommend. Any personal experiences of cases where people went back to exes under similar circumstances would be much appreciated. No need to mention subsequent events if they ended horribly.
Writing this, I realize that it looks as though I'm not serious, and just trying to draw out a certain kind of response. Please understand that I have a huge respect for those of you who give your time and wisdom here to help people in dire situations, and that I am a real person who is going through an incredibly unpleasant experience; my self-mocking tone is due to a combination of traditional English reserve and desperate suffering. I wish I could bring myself to take the advice that is clearly for the best, and perhaps in time I'll come to that, but right now I can't bring myself to take any action not aimed at being with the woman I feel such a need for. I can see that this relationship is very unlikely to succeed, but my heart assure me that it must. Knowing how to move on is useless until I want to.