For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mathias, and I have a...well, interesting past. Search my previous posts to find it.
I used to be a regular poster here until my most recent relationship got going, and I was entrenched in that and 18 hours of graduate school.
Now, I'm single, and I've graduated, but I'm 24 years old, and don't know what the **** is going on.
I broke up with the girl (I've called her Rachel in past posts) last week, because she went manipulative and crazy on me. But, you see, that's not the problem. I am.
She always claimed I was perfect for her. She always claimed that this was going to last forever. She'd come home at the end of the night, and want to talk about her day, and want to be with me, but I would sit on my computer or watch TV, and ignore her. She'd want me to go to bed with her at the end of the night, but I'd always just take time to myself, and do whatever the hell I wanted until 3 in the morning.
But, that's not the story of Rachel and me. That's the story of my ex before her--the one that I dated for four years.
I always blamed her for the breakup. She was the one who moved away. She was the one who decided to start flirting with other guys. She was the one who wanted to "try" to fix the relationship, by having me come up there on my birthday. She was the one who then dumped me on my birthday. But see, in the end, I always knew the truth.
You see, folks, my name is Mathias, and I only give a shit when it's over.
I'm not a cold-hearted person. I volunteer most of my time with different organizations, I *love* kids, and in general, I'd do anything for someone I cared about if it meant making them happy. But, somewhere along the line, I lost what it meant to actually care about someone in a relationship.
Looking back, I've had some great girlfriends. I've had some women who would go to the end of the earth for me, just to see me happy. I've been with some very smart, sophisticated, and funny women. But, I only care about them when it ends.
I miss my high school girlfriend. I miss that look on her face when I came back from college the first time. I miss my 4-year ex. I miss her stupid e-mails to tell me she loved me, or to brag about something really minute that happened at her work. I miss Rachel. I miss the way she was ALWAYS there to make me feel better about things, no matter what had happened that day.
But, here I sit, at 5:46 AM, just having watched a one-night stand leave in a hurry to go to work. No, I don't care about her either right now.
But I will.
I've changed a lot about myself over the past year. I've lost 50 pounds, gotten in the best shape of my life, and finally decided that I was going to live past 50 years old. I've gotten a FANTASTIC post-graduation job. I'm playing in the World Series of Poker, and am actually ****ing respected in the poker community, of all places.
Why can't I change this? I've been trying to for 10 years.
Is this normal? It can't be. I see couples in love and drooling all over each other every day.
Am I gay? Thought that could be the only explanation for a while, but I just know I'm not.
I wish I could change, I really do. I *know* deep down somewhere that I could give a woman more than anything she could ever want.
I just wish like hell I could find it.