What a F*ing mess! Why have I found it so difficult to behave decently and actually to try to improve myself as a person? What is commitment and how far should it go?
I have been married for about seven years to a beautiful girl of very good character. I am a dickhead, mainly because I find it impossible to sincerely try to achieve anything, resulting in a very patchy career. I wouldn't say we have major financial problems, just a long-term deficiency in lifetime income expectations relative to people with an equivalent educational and social background. This has naturally been a source of tension in our relationship.
On top of this, we have had fertility problems and it seems as though we will be unable to have children together, except via adoption or possibly donor egg. Being unable to shoulder meaningful responsibility, the whole prospect of having children appals me anyway and the only reason I would do it is because I can't really imagine turning around to my wife and saying: "Sorry, Darling, I don't want children because I am basically unwilling to take on that responsibility. Sorry for wasting the last seven years of your life. Goodbye."
Meanwhile, I have been working for a few years for a small company where I spend a lot of time with a beautiful and lovely girl. Around three years ago, she gets divorced. Around two years ago, she starts getting a bit funny with me. It turns out she basically worships the ground beneath my feet (go figure). Anyway, she says she really does. This morning I was checking back through my e-mails and found this from her:
"I also wanted to apologise if I’ve been acting a bit strange towards you lately. I just find very hard to know when too much is too much and sometimes I can irritate people with the intensity of my feelings. I think the reason I like you so much is because of your honesty, your sense of justice, your spontaneity. I think you’re funny, very intelligent, genuine and caring. I like your ideas, your thoughts and the enthusiastic (and often poetic!) way in which you tell your stories. I could just stay there and listen to whatever you have to say. You give me a sense of calm, you make me smile. Because I like you this much, I care a lot about you, about what you think of me and I always see myself trying to please you, trying to get your attention. And if you’re going through a difficult phase, it just breaks my heart and I feel that I need to do something, to help you somehow. I’d love to be able to give you a hug. But the truth is that I don’t need to worry so much about you for you already have someone to give you all the support you need. I actually realised that the person who’s in need of a hug is probably me."
OK, so I form the impression that the girl genuinely likes me. I realise she's been through a divorce, she is on the rebound etc. but nevertheless I think, "Wow, this person actually must really REALLY like me". Anyway, I was kind of pissed off with my unhappy marriage so I have a brief - and I mean just a few weeks here - little fling with her. Very little actually happens because I am married and I have absolutely no opportunity to indulge in anything outside of working hours. After these few weeks, my colleague calls it all off, rather symbolically handing back to me a book a love poetry that I had lent to her and handing me a CD apparently containing a song that presumably sums up the whole experience for her. I don't know because I could never bring myself to actually listen to it and I've now forgotten where it is. By the way, English is not this person's first language, and the poetry was Shakespeare's Sonnets, which she told me she would gaze at every night, not really knowing how to pronounce it or what it all meant but just imagining me reading it to her and how it would sound from my lips - for Christ's sake!
Anyway, roll on a couple of years to now and my career issues are really running up against the fact that my wife and I now have to decide about adoption and I am thinking: "For ****'s sake, I don't want to disappoint this girl but how can I go through with something like that when I have such a hopeless career. What will happen is, one day my wife will leave me, taking my adopted child with her, and make me support her and this child from my meagre earnings, leaving me with no life at all."
I start to weigh up my options and I latch on to the idea that I am still getting on pretty well with this girl at work. In fact, I think she is great. She is single and desperately looking for a long-term partner (clock is ticking). So I think, let's face it, you are a fairly pathetic man and incapable of taking really important decisions - you prefer it if you just fall into them de facto. So I start paying a lot more attention to my colleague and eventually front up with a rather florid (poetic? honest?) love e-mail that basically says: "How about it?"
Anyway, the answer I get, somehow not unexpectedly is "No." I kind of knew the answer would be "No" but I actually don't understand why the answer is "No". Can anybody help me with that? I actually am scheduled to talk to my colleague about this soon and logically I should just listen to what she has to say and that should be my answer. But something tells me it won't really be the answer.
Maybe if I knew the answer to that question, I could actually start working on myself and the relationships I do have rather than just hang around waiting to jump ship the whole time. What is commitment? Why do I feel, commitment is great ! - if only I could commit myself to this colleague of mine, then that would really be the ultimate, I would have learnt from my mistakes with my wife and because my colleague is such a nurturing person, I would finally have the opportunity to try to sincerely grow as a person without constantly facing the impossible challenge of meeting my wife's very high expectations?