Why do I think someone else is my soulmate?
This question is going to take me a loooooong time to ask and explain. I will try very hard to simplify. I am afraid that I already know what most of you will say, but here goes...
10 years ago or so in high school I was on again/off again with this guy I- I will call him Ben... he and I had a "friends with perks" kind of relationship. It was nothing real substantial... in fact I was more like a "booty call" to him for a while. But for two young kids, I guess I didn't see anything wrong with us not committing to each other or "talking" about our true feelings.
We went on to college, and it just so happened that he and I went to the same college. When we attended orientation together, he signed up for ALL the same classes as me. I couldn't believe he wanted to be around me THAT much.
Our first semester there was weird. It was fun, and we enjoyed eachother's company... but we still hadn't taken whatever it was we were - to the next level. We remained this unofficial thing - friends who hung out, spent lots and LOTS of time together, slept together... and just enjoyed being around each other. Now I don't know if it was the fear in both of us that we didn't want to admit what we felt, if it was a combination of relationship phobia... or what. But the lack of our talking ended in jealousy and ultimately us going our separate ways. I met a different guy there in college, I will call him Tim. I could definitely sense the jealousy in Ben - but again there was nothing there to stop me. My relationship with Tim caused me and Ben to become estranged. We stopped talking and it was altogether not a good situation. By the end of our first year in college, I had completely stopped talking to him. I soon found out that he was going to be moving, his parents had moved out of state - several states away, and he felt he had no reason to stay - so he thought he should relocate as well.
I accepted this and over time I swallowed some pride and called him. We made a mends and started having late night long conversations... meanwhile I was still dating Tim.
I finally decided to go out to visit Ben, so I could see if what we had was real... when I did, it still was just the same thing. We had fun together and there were definitely sparks... but we had a hard time defining that. So I came home with nothing accomplished. Tim was waiting there for me, and I felt that I needed to commit more to him. I placed Ben on the back burner. A few months later... I GOT PREGNANT with Tim.
I faced the reality that Tim was "the one" and it was time to be done with Ben. But still, I could not leave behind my feelings that were so strong and real with him. When I told Ben the news, he too was shocked and he was not supportive of me having it. I went on to have the baby and soon enough almost a year later I was going to marry Tim. I called Ben and told him the news and he told me I was dumb for marrying him, that he didn't like him and that it wasn't a good idea. He asked me if I would still come visit him when I was married... (he was kidding - I think). I let Ben go for a while after that... but then - a year or two later, I began contacting him again. When I did, he would say things to me - such as, "Oh I can hear your baby in the background, I bet he wishes I was his daddy"... and "I'm not with anyone, I am waiting for you....your marriage is based on circumstances.." and last but not least... when I said I was looking for closure he said "you wont get closure with us....you can't get closure"
So it was an unsaid thing, these feelings between us. And it became an "every-few-months" thing where I would call him or email him. I never actually admitted my feelings... it was more just casual hellos. That was until a year ago... exactly ONE YEAR AGO from this week. Last year just before Easter I sent Ben a letter. I could not handle these feelings inside me. Days would go by where I would fantasize about seeing him... I would think about him all day and dream about him at night. It almost became an obscession.
In the letter I told him that even though my husband is not a bad guy, in fact he is a good guy and a wonderful father... but I am IN LOVE WITH Ben! I said it... I finally came out with it. I told him in the letter that if he is serious with someone else, or doesn't feel the same about me... not to respond. I just needed to get it off my chest. Well, he responded. And we talked... at first it was very awkward... you know - these feelings finally coming out. I told him that I really wanted to see him... he said " yeah, I guess then you can see if its what you really want" and I said "yeah and you can see if its what you want..." his response was "I already know THATS WHAT I WANT". Then I said to him - as cheesy as it sounds, that I feel like he and I are soulmates... he said that its not cheesy, it's just the best way to describe it.
Well the first few weeks of talking were great. That is, until he got all weird and stopped talking to me. Then he finally sent me an email... saying that he wishes he would have told me a long time ago how he felt about me, and that he wouldn't have moved away or I would have moved with him. But now that things are not that way, it's so complicated... and I have kids and he doesn't want to be the "guy who stole mommy away from daddy". He said I need to work this out... and if I want to leave my husband I need to do it for me and not because of him... But then "on the otherhand" he says "I think it....I know you and I could pick up right where we left off..."
So needless to say my marriage was rocky all last summer. I contemplated leaving my husband. I didn't tell him about Ben I just told him I was unhappy. I started seeing a counselor. I finally realized that I couldn't do it, I couldn't leave... and screw up my kids lives. Ben took note of this and became real distant to me. I would occasionally text him and tell him how I felt or ask how he was doing... then I would leave him alone again. I told him that if he didn't want me to bother him anymore, I understood - but that I needed him to tell me that. When he would ignore or not respond... I would still return with a text a couple months later and this cycle would repeat itself over and over.
Well this week it finally came to a head. He and I were casually text messaging and we were having good and fun conversations...
All of a sudden he just disappeared and wouldn't reply. I finally said, after a few days, that it would be nicer of him to just tell me to "get lost" rather than ignore me, if that is what he wanted. He responded "Get Lost"... I broke into tears and now here I sit thinking he never did love me and that I am this pathetic person who fell for this for ten years. And why can't I get over him?? Why would he want to end it this way? Even if it is the best thing for us to go our own ways... couldnt he have done it with some emotion??
I am so broken up, I hope someone will respond and actually read this novel of mine. If you do, please do not automatically respond with the typical "what about your husband..."
There is a lot here I need help with!
Thanks!