Jeez, I’m not too sure I really thought this through. This idea of a blog being about me and the “25 Things”. It was easy to be a bit vague and elusive with the original list. I could tease or skirt around an issue and that would be OK. Mysterious and still honest and open. But I can’t really do that here.
The stated purpose of this blog is “to expand on each one of these ‘things’. Not just explain them specifically but also figure out what they mean or how they affect my life.” A little narcissistic but I like to think of it more as therapeutic. Purging thoughts and feelings into my computer and then on to the internet for people to look at or not.
The obvious catch is that it’s only about me and therefore is personal. Extremely personal. And I tend to be a bit more of a private person. I’m a better listener than talker and I like that about myself. Of course, I have the choice to not write things that I don’t want people to know and I will probably edit a lot of what I write in the first draft out of the posting; but at the same time I have committed to this being a kind of therapy and self reflection and the best way to do that is to be totally honest and open.
This next Thing is very personal for me. It’s something that I am willing to talk about but usually to a select group of close friends or in a certain environment. These conversations are usually long and confusing, and this post will probably follow that theme. But…
Here goes.
I’ve been single since March 2004. I don’t know the actual date because when it happened I didn’t really believe it. I didn’t think it was real because I didn’t know the actual reason it was happening and I didn’t think it was permanent.
Paradoxically, it was both one of the most beautiful and sad things that has ever happened to me. We just both knew. This was the ending of it. We didn’t discuss or fight or even talk that much. We just looked at each other and cried. All I remember saying is “I’ve been sad all day” and she said “Me too.” That is all I can remember saying that lead to it being the end. There were things we both said after the actual ‘decision’ that were painful and beautiful like, “I love you so much. Goodbye.” but they almost felt incongruous or random. How did we get to “goodbye”? It sounds melodramatic now but it was truthful and honest as I’m sure most of the melodramatic parts of life are.
I would have married her if I thought she would have said yes. She was my best friend and the person I could spend everyday with and never get sick of or annoyed with. There are few people that I open up fully to but she knew everything about me. Absolutely everything. She was the person to call me on my shit, the person who would make fun of me when I needed it, the person who would push me and challenge me in every aspect of my life and the person to make me feel better when I need that too. I’d been in love before but the love I had with her made the previous one seem small and immature in comparison. **deep breath**
But this is about being single for the last five years and why. When we ended I was confused, hurt and lost even though I say we both knew at the time I didn’t know why afterwards. I felt lost because I had taken it out of my mind that I would ever need to find another person. I wasn’t very good at it in the first place. She was really the first girl that I had pursued instead of just letting the situation take care of itself. When I found myself in a place of “looking” again I not only thought I didn’t have the ability but also, I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t have the energy or the emotional availability.
I didn’t even attempt for over a year afterwards. And when I finally did I chickened out when it became “too much”. I went into a new relationship thinking “If this person isn’t ‘The One’ then why bother?” which automatically didn’t give it a chance to become anything. No chance to be something different or new. In my head I knew this was what was happening but my heart was too stubborn to change. It was safer. (Again a little melodramatic but honest.)
And there were the unresolved feelings. The feelings that were left-over and not really addressed or even acknowledged by either of us. But as part of my dealing with my version of Depression, I made the moves to find some closure. A letter. An honest letter. It didn’t happen how I thought it would but it happened eventually and I feel pretty good about it. Or at least a little more satisfied. Ready to move on, or rather, continue.
I’ve realized that I can’t be as passive or scared about this part of my life. It doesn’t work that way, especially in Vancouver it seems. I find it hard to meet people that are out of my regular social circle in this city. Don’t get me wrong, there are some amazing people in my circle but I think the real fun in getting to know people lies in how they are different from you. And for someone who finds it difficult at the best of times, being in this city of “no looking” people, I’ve had to become who I didn’t think I was. Not so much aggressive but more along the lines of open. Or aggressively open.
I’m still working on this. I am dating or at least trying to date. I’m finding I’m not as terrible at it as I thought, though I ask for advice a lot. I’m over most of my hang ups about replacement or “The One”. I know that to find the woman for me I have to let go of the expectations and let happen what is going to happen and see where it takes me. I’m ready to be in a relationship or at the very least, open to the process of finding one. I truly want that part of my life to be fulfilled again. I miss it.