Last night we had a fight that I don't know we can recover from... it all started from something that seemed so small...
In the past my SO has told me a few times that my lifestyle (I have children) is not one he ever wants for himself... we always had big fights even temporary break-ups over it... Until I could see him interact with my family, it's been hard for me to know what to do about it one way or another...
When I left him last spring, one of the major reasons was that after we thought he would finally be able to come visit me, paperwork fell through, I felt at a standstill with a man who can't tell me he wants to be with me forever but also can't let me go... A man who didn't want my lifestyle...
After I left him, I started dating. I saw a few people, and things didn't work out for many reasons, the main one being that I was still in love with him.
I left him about end of March, I guess... At the very beginning of April, I met someone interesting on Facebook. But when he told me I should call him to chat, I bluntly told him I wasn't interested. At then end of April, I met the same guy, but this time on a dating website... after exchanging a few texts, I decided to give him a chance... He was intense. By our second date he said he felt he would die if he didn't get to see me the next day... It was too quick, but somehow, I got caught up in his enthusiasm... and I told myself if I feel like seeing him the next day, why not do it? Why play games and force ourselves to go slow...
Well, my SO and I had stayed in touch... and before I met this guy, we had even gotten a bit flirty... I didn't think I led him on because I continued to say I didn't want a LDR anymore, that I wanted a future etc. And there was nothing in his behavior that made me feel like he had changed...
When he noticed I was responding less to his texts and asked me if I met someone, I told him I had.
He went kind of crazy. He called me and left me dozens of messages on my voice mail, He send me horrible text messages. Said I was a bad person... Sent me right into the other guy's arms by crushing my self-esteem in the same way my ex-husband did. How can someone see the girl he loves get emotionally manipulated the way he saw happen to me, and turn around and do the same thing to her? He told me I didn't know how to love. He basically called me heartless. He emphasized how badly I treated him by leaving him, etc. And he just wouldn't listen to reason. He said he needed to see me one last time. After that he would leave me alone, but he needed to get that closure by seeing me one last time. He knew that because of my responsibility with my children, I wouldn't be able to go until August... He wanted me to break up with my boyfriend (with whom things were going well) and wait 4 months to go see him one last time so I could open up my wounds all over again and he could get closure. It didn't make sense.
Things didn't work out with the new guy. I was texting with SO the night we broke up because I was so drunk and I didn't know who to talk to while I was in that state that wouldn't judge me too harshly... I didn't go back to him. I continued to try to date but I became so sick and tired of trying to meet people. It became hard trying to figure out what I should do and how much I should feel or not feel. I got tired of men thinking that because of my background (French Canadian) I was easy, and having to push them off of me etc. I started thinking more and more about who really loved me.. through it all, he just loved me... But I didn't think I could do the LDR again... Not in our case where there was no light at the end of the tunnel and no way we would ever be able to close the distance. There was no forever.
August was approaching and I needed to get away on my 1 week in summer when I do not have my children... At the time my SO wasn't talking to me... I sent him a text saying: "If I went to Dallas in August, you wouldn't come to see me, right?" And he answered me faster than I could have ever imagined. He said he would always want to see me. We started talking again. I told him after the summer we had, I just wanted to go somewhere I felt safe and loved and just recharge myself because I felt so down from all that had happened. I said we weren't starting our relationship again... but from the time I booked my flight, we had been talking on Skype regularly again and I knew I was lying to myself... I knew I had let myself fall for him all over again... Which wasn't hard to do because despite all the crap, I never stopped loving him.
But I still convinced myself I would be visiting him for a week and then we would part ways... I didn't want a dysfunctional relationship.. I knew we weren't good for each other... we were too hot and cold and drama and sparks and we were toxic for each other... And though the days leading up to us seeing each other again were tame and easy and we were able to talk and communicate, I was conflicted because I truly felt like he had changed and matured and as a result I felt like I was reacting to him in a more mature way...
So I went to see him. It was amazing. Our first night, we went to a club but instead of going right in, we sat on a bench outside first and we talked. We talked openly the way we had only ever been able to do in writing before and it gave me so much hope... By our third night, I couldn't deny what I had felt from the moment we had made the decision for me to go see him again... I had to give us another try. I felt we would be able to relate to each other better. I felt that maybe the relationship wouldn't be only on his terms anymore. I felt like we would be able to overcome anything together with the type of communication we were building...
Still, I didn't know if it would all work out... I thought what happened when I went home would be the true test. The other two times I had visited him, we broke up as soon as I got back home.. He couldn't deal with the distance and he would break away from me at the time I needed him most. This time he actually skyped with me on our first night when I was back home. I felt so grateful. It really seemed like we had turned a new leaf. We had broken through the bad patterns.
The next 2 months were also amazing. Whenever something would happen between us, he didn't push me away. He dealt with the problems.. we talked about them. He even quit smoking during that time, and still didn't completely shut me out (we communicated slightly less because he was dealing with migraines) but he wasn't emotionally backing away from me anymore. If I got upset with him, he found ways to talk to me. We communicated.
He agreed to talk to my sister on Skype. He mentioned me possibly meeting his family on my next visit. He chatted with my kids on Skype... He was nothing shy of amazing...
And then last night happened.
He asked me for help with something. Basically he feels his English needs work still, and he was practicing his listening by listening to a few minutes of some comedy on youtube and trying to write down what the videos says and asked me for my help. I said sure. He said I needed to do it with no cheating and seeing what he did. So I joked saying that he was testing me, not himself. I did it, and worked on it for a while, then after about 20 minutes, I lost a whole paragraph I was writing and got really frustrated, so I texted him saying: "Your little test is annoying! lol" He got upset with me. Actually, he got really upset with me. He said that he was sad and pissed off and felt he could never ask anything from me. I'm always working so hard to try to make him happy that I was shocked at his reaction! I tried to explain my reaction and it seemed like I couldn't get through to him. He was so mad at me and so disappointed at me... and I started getting angry too.
Finally, I apologized, but it wasn't good enough... He said he was sorry too. Sorry he had even asked me for help... He said he now felt like he could never ask anything from me again.
So I asked him if he'd ever asked me for anything before?
He said Yes.
I asked if I had let him down this way before.
He said the biggest he could think of was when he needed me to come visit him and I didn't give a shit.
First I did give a shit. I thought about it long and hard. I really considered it... In the end, I felt that being strong and staying away, I was doing the right thing. I was taking the steps I needed to be in a healthy relationship with someone I could have a future with... But whether this was something I did wrong or not, it's not really what makes me doubt the whole future of our relationship... I just can't be with someone who holds the past over me like that. I can't have this same fight all the time with no resolve... I thought we were over this.. but I should have realized better when he told me he didn't like a certain singer anymore (which was someone I had gone to see in concert with the other guy while SO and I were broken up.)
I don't want something toxic. I want the US from the past 2 months. The US that could talk through things and didn't shove each others mistakes in each other's faces... which, I'm not doing. He hurt me a lot. Before and during our break-up... But we were working on things and they were going so well, I don't feel I need to bring up the past. I have forgiven him... I can move past it... It only comes back to me again when he tries to hurt me with the past...
Do I have a general concern here? It seems like such a small thing to be fighting about... but it is such a big thing at the same time... If we can't deal with this, then why do we even try to be together? Why are we even bothering? I love him. Through everything that has been a constant, but a relationship takes more than love. I thought we had found the balance, but now I'm scared... Am I over-reacting?
In the past my SO has told me a few times that my lifestyle (I have children) is not one he ever wants for himself... we always had big fights even temporary break-ups over it... Until I could see him interact with my family, it's been hard for me to know what to do about it one way or another...
When I left him last spring, one of the major reasons was that after we thought he would finally be able to come visit me, paperwork fell through, I felt at a standstill with a man who can't tell me he wants to be with me forever but also can't let me go... A man who didn't want my lifestyle...
After I left him, I started dating. I saw a few people, and things didn't work out for many reasons, the main one being that I was still in love with him.
I left him about end of March, I guess... At the very beginning of April, I met someone interesting on Facebook. But when he told me I should call him to chat, I bluntly told him I wasn't interested. At then end of April, I met the same guy, but this time on a dating website... after exchanging a few texts, I decided to give him a chance... He was intense. By our second date he said he felt he would die if he didn't get to see me the next day... It was too quick, but somehow, I got caught up in his enthusiasm... and I told myself if I feel like seeing him the next day, why not do it? Why play games and force ourselves to go slow...
Well, my SO and I had stayed in touch... and before I met this guy, we had even gotten a bit flirty... I didn't think I led him on because I continued to say I didn't want a LDR anymore, that I wanted a future etc. And there was nothing in his behavior that made me feel like he had changed...
When he noticed I was responding less to his texts and asked me if I met someone, I told him I had.
He went kind of crazy. He called me and left me dozens of messages on my voice mail, He send me horrible text messages. Said I was a bad person... Sent me right into the other guy's arms by crushing my self-esteem in the same way my ex-husband did. How can someone see the girl he loves get emotionally manipulated the way he saw happen to me, and turn around and do the same thing to her? He told me I didn't know how to love. He basically called me heartless. He emphasized how badly I treated him by leaving him, etc. And he just wouldn't listen to reason. He said he needed to see me one last time. After that he would leave me alone, but he needed to get that closure by seeing me one last time. He knew that because of my responsibility with my children, I wouldn't be able to go until August... He wanted me to break up with my boyfriend (with whom things were going well) and wait 4 months to go see him one last time so I could open up my wounds all over again and he could get closure. It didn't make sense.
Things didn't work out with the new guy. I was texting with SO the night we broke up because I was so drunk and I didn't know who to talk to while I was in that state that wouldn't judge me too harshly... I didn't go back to him. I continued to try to date but I became so sick and tired of trying to meet people. It became hard trying to figure out what I should do and how much I should feel or not feel. I got tired of men thinking that because of my background (French Canadian) I was easy, and having to push them off of me etc. I started thinking more and more about who really loved me.. through it all, he just loved me... But I didn't think I could do the LDR again... Not in our case where there was no light at the end of the tunnel and no way we would ever be able to close the distance. There was no forever.
August was approaching and I needed to get away on my 1 week in summer when I do not have my children... At the time my SO wasn't talking to me... I sent him a text saying: "If I went to Dallas in August, you wouldn't come to see me, right?" And he answered me faster than I could have ever imagined. He said he would always want to see me. We started talking again. I told him after the summer we had, I just wanted to go somewhere I felt safe and loved and just recharge myself because I felt so down from all that had happened. I said we weren't starting our relationship again... but from the time I booked my flight, we had been talking on Skype regularly again and I knew I was lying to myself... I knew I had let myself fall for him all over again... Which wasn't hard to do because despite all the crap, I never stopped loving him.
But I still convinced myself I would be visiting him for a week and then we would part ways... I didn't want a dysfunctional relationship.. I knew we weren't good for each other... we were too hot and cold and drama and sparks and we were toxic for each other... And though the days leading up to us seeing each other again were tame and easy and we were able to talk and communicate, I was conflicted because I truly felt like he had changed and matured and as a result I felt like I was reacting to him in a more mature way...
So I went to see him. It was amazing. Our first night, we went to a club but instead of going right in, we sat on a bench outside first and we talked. We talked openly the way we had only ever been able to do in writing before and it gave me so much hope... By our third night, I couldn't deny what I had felt from the moment we had made the decision for me to go see him again... I had to give us another try. I felt we would be able to relate to each other better. I felt that maybe the relationship wouldn't be only on his terms anymore. I felt like we would be able to overcome anything together with the type of communication we were building...
Still, I didn't know if it would all work out... I thought what happened when I went home would be the true test. The other two times I had visited him, we broke up as soon as I got back home.. He couldn't deal with the distance and he would break away from me at the time I needed him most. This time he actually skyped with me on our first night when I was back home. I felt so grateful. It really seemed like we had turned a new leaf. We had broken through the bad patterns.
The next 2 months were also amazing. Whenever something would happen between us, he didn't push me away. He dealt with the problems.. we talked about them. He even quit smoking during that time, and still didn't completely shut me out (we communicated slightly less because he was dealing with migraines) but he wasn't emotionally backing away from me anymore. If I got upset with him, he found ways to talk to me. We communicated.
He agreed to talk to my sister on Skype. He mentioned me possibly meeting his family on my next visit. He chatted with my kids on Skype... He was nothing shy of amazing...
And then last night happened.
He asked me for help with something. Basically he feels his English needs work still, and he was practicing his listening by listening to a few minutes of some comedy on youtube and trying to write down what the videos says and asked me for my help. I said sure. He said I needed to do it with no cheating and seeing what he did. So I joked saying that he was testing me, not himself. I did it, and worked on it for a while, then after about 20 minutes, I lost a whole paragraph I was writing and got really frustrated, so I texted him saying: "Your little test is annoying! lol" He got upset with me. Actually, he got really upset with me. He said that he was sad and pissed off and felt he could never ask anything from me. I'm always working so hard to try to make him happy that I was shocked at his reaction! I tried to explain my reaction and it seemed like I couldn't get through to him. He was so mad at me and so disappointed at me... and I started getting angry too.
Finally, I apologized, but it wasn't good enough... He said he was sorry too. Sorry he had even asked me for help... He said he now felt like he could never ask anything from me again.
So I asked him if he'd ever asked me for anything before?
He said Yes.
I asked if I had let him down this way before.
He said the biggest he could think of was when he needed me to come visit him and I didn't give a shit.
First I did give a shit. I thought about it long and hard. I really considered it... In the end, I felt that being strong and staying away, I was doing the right thing. I was taking the steps I needed to be in a healthy relationship with someone I could have a future with... But whether this was something I did wrong or not, it's not really what makes me doubt the whole future of our relationship... I just can't be with someone who holds the past over me like that. I can't have this same fight all the time with no resolve... I thought we were over this.. but I should have realized better when he told me he didn't like a certain singer anymore (which was someone I had gone to see in concert with the other guy while SO and I were broken up.)
I don't want something toxic. I want the US from the past 2 months. The US that could talk through things and didn't shove each others mistakes in each other's faces... which, I'm not doing. He hurt me a lot. Before and during our break-up... But we were working on things and they were going so well, I don't feel I need to bring up the past. I have forgiven him... I can move past it... It only comes back to me again when he tries to hurt me with the past...
Do I have a general concern here? It seems like such a small thing to be fighting about... but it is such a big thing at the same time... If we can't deal with this, then why do we even try to be together? Why are we even bothering? I love him. Through everything that has been a constant, but a relationship takes more than love. I thought we had found the balance, but now I'm scared... Am I over-reacting?
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