I'll admit that I feel somewhat awkward talking about such an intimate topic on a public forum, but close friends don't seem to be objective. It also isn't very manly of me.
Many years ago when I was in my 20's I met a charming girl that had me with her first "hello." Her sparkling green eyes and beautifuyl smile captivated me. At some point after we began dating she kind of moved herself in and I honestly didn't mind. Although we shared the same bed it wasn't until Christmas Eve when she asked me if I really loved her did we make love for the first time. I truly was in love with her and she was the only one since my high school sweetheart. I'm not sure they count I've had plenty of sex just to have sex -- I'm a guy (that has been celebate for 4 years now.) But Susan wasn't just sex.
Not long after beginning a complete relationship it became clear that she had a drug problem that I was unaware of. I had been a Military Policeman for 6 years and would soon enter the civilian academy, so I have no excuse not noticing what should have been obvious. Soon her quest for drugs overshadowed the relationship. When she was clean she was easy to love, but when she wasn't it was an effort and I honestly spent more time condemning her rather than try to get her to help herself. We were together for a couple of years before I finally sent her on her way. She would park down the street where she could see my kitchen window and wouldn't leave until my light went out. One night I went out and invited her up for what ended up being a short week. She would later go on to marry a friend of mine.
Ironically, my life had fallen apart at some point and I too became addicted to drugs and alcohol. I was deep into addiction but managed to pull my head out of my butt and just celebrated 13 years clean and sober. It was from this part of my life that I learned to understand Susan's.
Through the years I'd get an occasional phone call and on New Years Eve about 10 years ago we met at a party where I asked her to marry me in front of 100+ people. She said yes and we had probably the most incredible sex that night and into the next day. I'm not bragging - really. But it was the closest emotional connection I'd managed with Susan. By morning she was gone again. I didn't hear from her until about 6 months after I had married another woman. We were expecting our first child and Susan never called after that. The truth is that I had settled on my wife. I had turned 41 and we'd known one another for years. I loved her but I wasn't really in love with her.
The internet had been born and as an IT professional I knew how to find people. Periodically I'd look for Susan and I'd find her. But not wanting to physically cheat on my wife I left it at that. I'm not sure that looking for Susan constituted emotional cheating. I found that I longed for Susan and I was unhappy in my marriage, but I couldn't leave my marriage. As it turns out Susan was keeping tabs on me as well.
At the age of 5 my daughter was diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer. We found a surgeon that managed to remove 2/3Rd's of the tumor and we spent the next 18 months with her life hanging in the balance. Having married a woman with two now young teens and many other factors my marriage and family disintegrated under the stress and pressure. We lost our home to foreclosure and the bills piled high. I have been separated for 13 months and I am waiting for the final divorce. The cancer that had been in remission twice before has returned again and it is about to get uglier than it has been.
Back to Susan. I'd looked for her and found her some time ago, but this last month I emailed her and finally got a reply. After a couple of intense days of texting and a brief telephone call she confessed that she has continued to keep tabs on me. We admitted to one another that there has remained a piece of our hearts that has never forgotten the bitter sweet love that we had shared. She also confessed that I was her first love and that I broke her heart, just as she had broken mine by choosing drugs over me. I was too macho back then to ever say those words. At 49 I am no longer limited by testosterone. For my part I apologized for breaking her heart and confessed that she has remained in mine all of these years.
Susan has also been clean for 3 years. I expressed how deeply proud of her I was and found myself in tears after hearing her news. Her beloved Dad died of cancer last year. As it turns out her Mom is about to move up to the mountains where I have lived and we tentatively planned on getting together. We were supposed to talk on the phone last night and had a "date" where we would be alone. She has two teen aged boys with friends and, well, a busy house. I had sincerely hoped that we'd have an opportunity to get to know one another all over again -- star crossed lovers finally on a similar path. I had no unreasonable expectations.
I called her as planned and got no answer. I've tried periodically since last night with telephone calls and text messages. No answers. I find myself overcome by grief, as if I have lost her all over again. I know where she lives about three hours away and could impulsively make the drive, but that would be silly and probably just a bad idea all around. I recognize that she and I have both shared tremendous losses recently, but in spite of or because of we've searched for one another.
So now what? I haven't had this lump in my throat and tightness in my chest for many, many years. I remember that falling in love felt like this, but come on! Two people don't just get hooked in just a matter of days, do they? I think that my honesty has scared her as much as she has scared me and the only difference is that I haven't disappeared. But the door has been opened again and butterflies have emerged -- don't they live for like a day?
Desperately Searching for Susan,
Bob