Ok, so I have to vent today. It’s a good thing that’s what this thread is for.
Begin life story now:
So I’ve had this girlfriend (known henceforth as C) for the last 7 years, and I love her completely. I’m so insanely head over heels for this girl it’s not even funny. Trouble is, she loves me too, but she’s got this idea that we’re not “meant to be together”. She can’t really say why, it’s just a gut feeling. She points out our minor differences such as musical taste (which overlap some) and the fact that we like different kinds of food and such. She kinda ignores the stuff like us having very similar moral compasses, a lot of similar interests (we met because we were both on the same bicycle racing team) and the fact that we’re both very even tempered and have similar philosophical stances. We work very well together, hell we’re kinda like Apollo and Starbuck, Tango and Cash, Bill & Ted. The whole situation is complicated further by the fact that we want to stay friends (really stay friends, not like everyone says they’ll stay friends and then they never talk to each other).
Every 8 or 10 months, she’ll get all depressed and want to break up. I’ll try to hold us together, but in the end we break up. It lasts a few days, a couple of weeks even the whole summer once and she calls. Wants to see me. I of course oblige, because I want nothing other than to spend the rest of my life with her. I’m a sucker. We start out just spending time together, sometimes a booty call, and often she informs me that she still considers us broken up. (Yeah, on the way back to her place.) Eventually we fall back into the routine and she stops telling me we’re broken up. A couple of times during our longer breakup periods, I’ve hung out with other girls. Never sex, or even a date, just hanging out. She gets kinda jealous and snaps me back up. (I think at this point I don’t have to say that I, of course, let her) Still doesn’t want to keep me, but evidently wants to keep me out of circulation in case she changes her mind maybe?
So I’ve put up with this for 7 years, she’s slow to make decisions, and she’s been abused by her ex, so I try not to make things difficult.
Around the first of the year I kinda meet this new girl. Not really, she’s a local racer and we’re aware of each other, but I’d never really sat down and talked to her. We see each other at a restaurant and chat. She’s really cool, it turns out. She asks about C and I, if we’re together. (C isn’t one for a lot of public displays of affection, her ex treated her like a trophy so it weirds her out to be pawed on in public. So, sometimes people wonder if we’re just really good friends.) Anyway, it kinda became clear that this new girl was interested, and man if it wasn’t for my deal I would have been too. In fact, I am. I feel like I got a big slap in the face from what I’m missing, and I feel bad about it. I’m sitting at home, thinking about a girl, and it’s not the one I’m supposed to be thinking about. Why? It made me realize that I’m actually a bit resentful about the situation. I feel like at this point I should at least get “Hey, you’re awesome and I want to keep you”. Sometimes I think about all the perfectly good girls I pass up because I’m clinging to something that’s dead in space. Then I feel bad, because I’m not supposed to be thinking about other girls, because I’m with C. C doesn’t really want me though, so I’m back to wondering if someone else will.
So a few days ago I decide I’ve had enough. I tell her I’ve hit a wall with it and can’t do it anymore. Yup, that’s right, I broke up with her. Planets must’ve been aligned or something, but I managed to stand up for myself. Guess what, she didn’t want to break up. Wanted to talk about it some more, and my dumb ass ended up at her place that night. The next day I tell her I feel unsettled about leaving us hanging, but she wants to talk about it more and she suspects resolution is along ways off. I tell her no, it isn’t. I can’t do it anymore. I’m thinking “fuck that, I deserve better”, but I really don’t want to display the fact that I’m brewing some anger over the situation. Maybe I should, let her know that I feel angry and hurt, but it will only make her feel worse and won’t really change anything in the end. Then I think maybe I should just stop being a fucking doormat and speak up.
When I saw her at the gym earlier I declined her invitation to go out tonight, and said we need to stop.
So I’m thinking about calling this cute blond that was interested in me a while back, and when I hop on Facebook I see
“Cute blond is in a relationship with…FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
Fuck. My. Life.
So yeah, it’s Friday night, I’ve got a season and a half of Torchwood left, a bottle of Mexican Coke (with real sugar) and my Eve online subscription is still active. Thanks for listening (or not) and I’ll return you to your regularly scheduled commiseration.