I wonder if people read really long posts in forums like this. I'm going to post my story in case anyone cares to read it. I am not really seeking advice, but writing about it helps me wrap my head around it; I'm alone right now and I don't really have options at the moment to hang out with anyone, so writing to a group of anonymous strangers is the next best thing. This will not be a short read, although I'm trying to keep out the irrelevant details.
I met her about 3.5 years ago at a sort of annual holiday party my friends put on. She was seeing someone at the time long distance, so bravely I pursued her and after about 3 months, she had broken up with him to be with me. Keep in mind, she was seeing two guys at the same time, I mention that for purposes of moral high ground that will come up later. It was great for a while but somewhere along the line I started to take her for granted. I didn't really make an effort to, well, make an effort, and I was very selfish and even somewhat controlling. Not in a nefarious way, but more like if I made myself seem helpless, she'd iron my shirts or something. God, that sounds terrible to read that. Over time I'd find reasons to be irritated by things she did, and obviously she found things about me. But she really stuck with it, and tried to make it work. Ultimately though we decided to break up. And we stayed friends.
I rebounded with a former coworker, which lasted a couple of months. During that, I started to have feelings for my ex. So my ex and I had a heart-to-heart one night, and we went out, and talked more, and finally she made the decision to get back together with me. Of course I dumped the other girl so that I could pursue all of this.
Unfortunately I wasn't ready for this. I thought I was. I really wanted it at the time. But in retrospect I think I was just looking to fill the void back with what had been missing. I had been lucky to rebound so quickly with that other girl. But that gave me no time to really reflect or try a bona fide new relationship. So now back together with my ex, things were great for a while, and then of course the same problems began to pop up. The ones I promised her wouldn't happen again. I realized that I wanted to break up with her, but part of me wanted to try and make it work and also I didn't want to see her hurt; I also didn't want her to hate me. All considerations that shouldn't have come into play, but what can I say, I was weak. Really weak, actually, because one night after a very long day of drinking I almost slept with another girl. I confessed it the next day. I've read about how confessions are more about yourself than the other person, but again, I was weak. But although she was mad, she forgave me. I really did appreciate that, but sadly it didn't fix my feelings for her. I resolved to break up with her -- I was going to do it after this trip that she was unable to go on. I would have done it before, but it was not only around Valentine's Day but also the anniversary of our first breakup, I figured that was just being cruel. I might have been procrastinating too, who knows. Anyway, on this trip, I was feeling like I was kind of done with the relationship, even though it wasn't official. I made out with a girl there. I recorded all of this in a journal.
The thing about journals is, someone will always find it and read it. And naturally, she found it and read it. When she told me about that, it sort of instantly broke us up. She was angry about what she read, and I was angry that she invaded my privacy. So we were mutually angry at each other for a long time. I wanted to never see her again. After a couple of months I wanted to let go of the anger, and she did too, so we got together and talked. We calmly discussed the breakup, and both came to terms with it. We did not get back together, and I don't think either of us wanted to. I was ready from there to just have her as a peripheral friend. Then she drops a bomb that she has taken a friend of mine as her roommate. She wasn't sleeping with him or anything, but I had wanted clean separation. Isn't that kind of the expectation when you break up with someone? You want the new person in their life to be completely unrelated to you ... otherwise, it just causes problems. With them being roommates, that was very not clean. I was upset at her for this, and she knew I would be, but I figured, well, nothing I can do about it.
So months went on, occasionally I'd see her, we'd hang out, basically based on the friendship that we'd always had. We'd have less and less to talk about each time though, because it was just weird for me that she was living with a friend of mine. I started seeing another girl, and I thought, well now I don't need to worry about my ex seeing someone new before I did. While I was developing a relationship with the new girl, I started to think about all the things that I did wrong with my ex, and if I ever acted that way with a new girl, things would never work out. Some of my behavior with my ex was really reprehensible. So with this new girl I learned a lot about myself. I guess sometimes you don't have perspective until you're on the outside, in a different environment. And I'd find myself thinking, there are some nice things about this new girl that the old girl didn't have. I suppose that's natural.
The new relationship didn't work out, but I did occasionally see other girls after that, nothing serious though. I noticed over the last couple of months that e-mails and texts from my ex had really dropped off. I figured she was seeing someone, and I was actually happy about that thought. One time I asked if she wanted to hang out, and she said she had something to talk to me about. So she told me she was seeing someone. It was no big deal at all, it was a painless exchange. I had moved on, she had moved on, nothing wrong there. She had thought I was going to get mad about it.
Then one night I was at a bar with my friend, who is her roommate. I'm not sure what motivated him to tell me this, but he revealed who it was that she was seeing. Do you remember the holiday party that I mentioned I met her at? Well it's been at my place the last couple of years. And a few days before this party I met this friend of a friend, and although I thought he was kind of a tool, I generously invited him to the party. And I also invited my ex to the party, even if it would generate rumors we were back together, which I strictly had no interest in. So, it was at this party that they met, and they've been seeing each other for three months or so.
When I heard this, I was immediately enraged. I was more mad than I had ever remembered being. Part of it was the fact that she again did not go the clean-break route. She went for a guy that is loosely in my social circle, and concealed it from me knowing I'd have a problem with it. I was also mad that this guy went after the ex of a guy who invited him to the party ... in my mind, that's an epic party foul. But worst of all was the fact that I was responsible for them meeting! What a horrible irony!
I sent her an angry drunk text, never a good thing. The next day I was still mad and sent her another text. Still not a good thing. She didn't respond. I wanted to get down to the bottom of why I was so mad. I'm normally a very laid-back person, but man, I was in another world at that moment. So I just pondered and pondered and pondered. The realization I came to was that you don't get that mad at someone unless you care about them a lot.
So I had to figure that whole thing out, because for the year since we had broken up, I thought I was completely over her. I thought more and more about it, and I realized that all the little things that annoyed me about her, I loved those things. And I thought about all the ways I had been inconsiderate toward her, and how I wanted to fix all of that. I realized, well, I love her. And I imagined all the things that would happen if I committed to her and committed to the relationship, and my mind was in the clouds. I had all these great ideas.
I finally managed to get her to respond to me. I told her I had something very important to tell her, because when you tell someone you love them, it has to be in person. I was very insistent about this, but she said no, steadfastly. I had hurt her enough with my angry texts that she did not want to see me in person. There was a certain aspect to her phrasing that made me think she didn't want to give me the chance to sway her emotions in person, which I have done in the past. Eventually I relented because she was just getting more and more irritated. So I sent her an e-mail that I had written previously to vent my thoughts, it was just a very clear and concise explanation of what was going on in my head. I also had assembled a list of several hundred things I liked about her, because I had never really told her things I liked about her that much. I thought that might impress her. I mean, who wouldn't want to read hundreds of reasons they're a great person? She responded, and said a lot of what you'd expect ... I'm with someone I like, we're not a good match, all the things anyone in a new relationship would say. But one thing that stuck out was that she said it was stupid to think that we'd change. By saying that, at least she showed that she entertained the notion of getting back together. But here's the thing. I don't need her to change. But I want to change -- I have changed a lot already -- and I want to prove to her that I want to give her all the things I never did. This didn't come out of loneliness, this didn't come out of jealousy, it came out of a complete and thorough self-examination.
And that's essentially where we left it. I told her I love her, both in the e-mail and in a very heartfelt text (this was all transpiring while I was at work). The only complicating matter here is that I plan to take over her apartment when she moves out, so we still have to talk about that, completely outside of any of the above. But that's it, the final words really exchanged between us were about how much I loved her.*
But anyway, that's my story. I've never told someone I loved them, or that they're my best friend, but I did both those things with her, so it's quite painful to have to deal with the fact that that basically means nothing at the moment. It's also painful to walk through my living room every day and know that that's where they met. If I want even a slight chance, I have to wait until this new relationship expires. And who knows how long that will go on? It's dumb to hang on that long. I want to do all the things you're supposed to do ... I'm keeping no contact (outside of the apartment arrangement), I'm trying not to be alone, I'm walking a lot, I'm just trying to accept the situation and move forward. But man does that ever take time, and it really effing stings to think about those two together. It's mainly why I'm writing here. It's nice to see that others are having similar problems.
I still dearly want another chance with her, but I know what's going against me. If I had read the above, I might be inclined to think, jesus, you had two chances, you blew both of them pretty badly, and you really just need to give up and start fresh with someone new, applying all these things you've learned about yourself. I'm not the type to give up though. I will try and meet other girls, certainly, because that's the "healthy" thing to do. But I know I have a foundation with this girl that would be very hard to establish with someone else. I want her to be happy, even if that relationship she's in now is destroying me. I also accept that I get what I deserve. I've broken her heart twice, and it's probably time I take my turn. I can't justify moping about it. But I can certainly be pissed at myself for shooting myself in the foot so many times. I would be so grateful for one more chance.
If you've made it this far, thanks for reading. I'm not looking for advice, but if you have anything you feel like adding, that's fine.
* I have another thread about a friend's theory on what this might mean.