Every single time I feel like I’m making progress, something else hits me. Today I sat down at the library and attempted to plan some of my future. I looked into the Americorps program which I have always found interesting and got really excited about the possibilities.
Then, as I was driving home, I drove by a shop that sells outdoor goodies and remembered that I hadn’t ever purchased one of the decorative animals that Cory had wanted. It was a part of a long line of gifts that will never be given. Then I remembered that in seven years, we had never managed to spend a whole summer together. Nor had we ever carved pumpkins together for Halloween. There seemed to be so much time for that kind of stuff.
And then I started hating myself, hating the way I run my life. Always assuming that I’ll have time to do the things I really want, to have the experiences I really want. And, the reality is, you just never know what can happen.
And now I regret all that stuff, I regret that we never made it to Yosemite and we never went camping. I’m sad that all those opportunities were there but we prioritized other things in front of them.
As I made my way home, I tried watching some TV to distract myself and then I videotaped my roommates trying to dance and do work out videos (interesting) and we laughed.
And then I went online and saw his Facebook page, (through my roommates Facebook account, yes I am that lame) and I saw him posting more than he ever has before. And referring to that girl Becky (who I predict is his next girlfriend) his “twinzee”. The whole thing makes me want to gag, and cry. And gag. And cry some more.
I find myself convincing myself that one day we will be the best of friends and the more and more this thing continues the more I feel that will never happen. He’s just gone.
And then I go back to feeling he’s dead.
And obviously I would never want him dead, but since this is a voluntary death (his choice not to be in my life) it feels personal and harsh. I want to be on the other side of the world. I want to be dating someone else. And at the same time, leaving and dating seem unmanageable.
So now I’m just lost, and sad. And feeling like he’ll never ever be a part of my life again. And that just seems so stupid and unnecessary. How could you just do that to someone who you’ve shared a third of your life with? Why is it so easy for him to cut me out? To move on to the next thing? To enjoy anything?
He shouldn’t be able to do those things because I’m not able to do those things. I’m stuck here. Feeling more rejected then I have ever felt in my life.
The bottom line is, I didn’t want this. And I still believe that our relationship would have survived if he would have chosen to talk to me about his issues instead of turning away from me. It’s all so unnecessary. And regardless of that, I still have to live with it.
And I don’t want to. It’s not fair.
I don’t want to be in this place, I want to fast forward to a year from now, when I’m confident and fine and happy and don’t need him. I want to be in a relationship, get married and feel great about where my life is. I want to feel in control of my life again.
I’m trying to make progress, but how do you keep trying when everything is one step forward and ten steps back?