It’s so true. No one will ever know what another person really goes through. As much as I share my intimate details here, you’re all objective when you think about what has happened with Silverlining. That’s easy, I’m completely objective & give the best advice when friends ask. However I am not objective here, I am seeing the ripped up dreams of being with the man I love quietly sticky tapped back together. If that becomes a reality or if I am set for another heart break, I don’t know. However, I don’t want any more regrets.
I say that the universe is fucked. FUCKING UNIVERSE! I mean it’s been a year, what does it mean to pull us together again as strangers? If it was as ourselves, in a park or supermarket or something, I don’t think it would mean as much, but the fact that we were strangers for 2 weeks before we admitted it was each other & saw each other at the show, I mean that fucking means something, but what?
I tell him “The thing that killed me the most was you sneaking into my house to get your stuff then saying ‘at least we got a kiss goodbye’ like fuck, I wanted to kill you. I saw your stuff gone & crumbled.” It was like a scene from a movie, I slid down a wall & howled. He had messaged to say that he got his stuff back so I knew it was gone, that he’d snuck into my house & took it but actually seeing it all gone when it was only here for less than 24 hours was an unbelievable sight. He says that he’s sorry that I had him so close “I felt so bad … You have no idea.” I don’t think he felt bad at all, but he says that he struggles with empathy, which I knew already. He says that he didn’t cry when he was caught, he was upset that he was caught but not by what he’d done. “She thinks I’m a psychopath based on my actions … My lack of empathy , I didn’t care I had cheated on her.” I don’t believe this, I mean I know he doesn’t show emotion & I was always surprised that he even could say that he loved me based on his childhood but he didn’t give a shit what happened to me, but cared about what happened to her, he says “Yet I ended up at your house with all my stuff … So did I really care that much about her. I give a shit, gave a shit. I struggle with empathy, not my strongest point. Doesn’t mean I didn’t love you or care for you.” I am angry again. “You ended up here because you didn’t want your family to know & you used me that day… It was never about actually wanting to be with me. Was convenient. & as always, I was available for you.” He tells me that he didn’t use me that day – which he’s told me before when I said similar, that he isn’t lying after all the time. He asks if I know how hard it was for him to tell me that he loved me or that he was breaking up with his partner of 10 years which is why I fucking snap “You should’ve stayed home, broken up with her then come to me. You can see it your own way Silverlining, but you used me!” I get the predicament he was in, but they were texting non-stop & when he put his phone down to pay me some attention, she called him incessantly, it’d ring out then she’d call again & again until he replied to her texts, all day while he was at my house. He never answered her calls, except by accident & she was sobbing. It pissed me off because he brought the kids to my house & I looked after the 2 month old baby while he messaged her – all fucking day. His reply hits me “If all this is true why do you still love me?” While I 100% can answer this, I know why I still love him, it still knocks me for a six. “I know it must’ve been hard because it was hard for me to say it too… So fucking hard that I used the stupid heart emoji all the time. Because I can’t just turn off how I feel about you because you hurt me…. It was epic for me. Absolutely changed my life & who I am.”
I always used the heart emoji instead of the word love because I didn’t want to get too involved with him, because we both knew it was wrong, but I one day thought that our love would conquer all the bullshit & we would be together. He says “I had no idea how much you loved me , I knew you loved me. And I knew that you knew I loved you. I just assumed I had made you loveable , and equipped you with the emotional skills and sexyness to easily move on and you’d be fine. My god you were sexy. And I opened you up and know I made you feel capable of love … and being loved. I saw it in your eyes when you saw me … It was also the cause of frustration towards the end.” I knew he didn’t realise how much I loved him, it’s my regret for not telling him more, knowing he needed to hear it, also I needed to say it, just as much as he needed to hear it, I needed to say it to remind myself that this was something special for both of us.
I tell him that I know he didn’t believed how much I loved him, because I didn’t say it. But I was protecting myself & also I was really scared because I knew that with his self-esteem issues that make him believe that people don’t care for him, (I know that sounds narcissistic, but you don’t know his full story – so while I agree he is a narcissist sometimes, there are some reasons behind it.) when push came to shove, he wouldn’t believe my love for him, he says that he knows I loved him but he realises now that he didn’t know how much, because I held that back – protecting myself. Have I done this with others like Noddy or Motocross? Then they pull away because I don’t give too much of myself? I’ve been single a long time, Silverlining knows that I am set in my ways, that always scared him too. Maybe that scares others too?!
I also tell him that I felt like I loved him more than he loved me, I mean he had a whole other life with a partner & kids, that I felt like I was more in it than he was, I mean he always said he wouldn’t leave here. I curse the fact that I never told him face to face & tell him that I regret that more than he would believe. He says that he knew I loved him even though I didn’t say it, “I just thought I was the idiot who loved you more. I had no idea you were also having fantasies of us living together… You have no idea how much I pictured it while I was at our house.” FUCK, would things be different if I opened up? Perhaps, perhaps not, but I wish I wasn’t so closed & now I’m thinking I’m too closed with Motocross… Would things be different with Motocross if I just asked the awkward questions & opened up? Is it too late for a happy ending with Motocross?! Or would the be the same because he’s a douche?
I tell Silverlining that I pictured him & his kids here on a Sunday night when I was with my nieces & nephews who are about the same age, I imagined them playing together. I tell him that I wanted him more than I wanted anything, that it hurt me when he used me being clean & tidy as one of the reasons not to be with me. He says that it was his children that influenced his decision more than anything – which I knew & understood. They were part of the reason I stopped emailing him too. He looked at every negative aspect that he would have on my life & tried to convince himself that he wasn’t good enough for me. “That’s not your fault. It’s mine” I just can’t help but wonder, if I had been more open about wanting him in my life, if I had of been more open about telling him how much I love him, would things have gone down differently? Or would they be there same but with less regret & therefore no need to talk to him now? He says that he didn’t want to burden me, he didn’t want to scab off me, he felt like all the debt he had would do that to me. I tell him that I have some restraint that I didn’t tell the stranger everything when he asks why I didn’t say this to him, he says “You’re good with restraints” & just like that we’re back to being flirty & cheeky, just like we were. He says he can’t believe that I can flirt with him after everything, I reply “I flirt because we have stupid insane chemistry. I can’t help it. If you asked to meet me, I probably would. Your my drug, I’m a junkie. I can’t resist.”
And just like Alice…
I fall down the rabbit hole once more.
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