Hey all .. something struck me recently and I'm interested in other's take on it. It's my experience that most people in LDRs met in person first and then had to use online as a way to maintain the connection over distance and time. Mine is the other way around as I've mentioned previously. We met online and after about 2 years, finally met in person. A few months ago, we met again and plan to again next month too. Now, here's the thing. Only recently did I discover that she has this, "thing" about anything done online. Not until we had been together in person twice and after a lot of thinking and actually, "studying" did I uncover this truth. She views anything online as, "not real." The way she treats me online is almost like a TV. If she doesn't like the program, just change the channel or even turn it off. She ignores texts sometimes, she will log off without saying good-bye. I mean, at times it's downright rude. But I'm not the only one she is like this with so I know it's not about me specifically. I mean, she won't even put her mic on and speak when we're on skype. By contrast, when we're together in person, she speaks (obviously!) and she answers my calls and we have a great time together. Then .. I'll go back home and we're back online and all we built together is gone .. now it's back to, "unreal."
The more I thought about this, I began to reflect on my first trip to Europe. I had read about these places in history class, seen stories on the news but in truth, they were just stories. Not until I set foot on the ground did the stories come to life and become, "real." Seeing the bomb damage in London from Germany's attacks in WWII .. standing so close to the Mona Lisa that I could reach out and touch it .. things like that "did something" in my mind and heart. it was as if something inside me said, "Yes John .. this IS real after all." Anyone else relate to that? But then .. after 2 weeks there .. I came home and it wasn't long before the experiences faded to memories and the memories eventually transformed into, "Did this really happen? It seems like a dream."
I believe that's what happens with us too. If I could spend more time with her .. things would be different. But this hit and run stuff, it's just not enough to puncture that real/fantasy barrier that's there. A friend suggested buying her something like a robe or sweater and hug her while putting it on her .. so that when she wears it she will feel that hug and it will somehow connect with me being real. Any other suggestions/thoughts? Anyone else found themselves in this place? Until we can get past this, everytime we meet will simply be a moment of reality before returning to fantasyland.
Thanks again!
The more I thought about this, I began to reflect on my first trip to Europe. I had read about these places in history class, seen stories on the news but in truth, they were just stories. Not until I set foot on the ground did the stories come to life and become, "real." Seeing the bomb damage in London from Germany's attacks in WWII .. standing so close to the Mona Lisa that I could reach out and touch it .. things like that "did something" in my mind and heart. it was as if something inside me said, "Yes John .. this IS real after all." Anyone else relate to that? But then .. after 2 weeks there .. I came home and it wasn't long before the experiences faded to memories and the memories eventually transformed into, "Did this really happen? It seems like a dream."
I believe that's what happens with us too. If I could spend more time with her .. things would be different. But this hit and run stuff, it's just not enough to puncture that real/fantasy barrier that's there. A friend suggested buying her something like a robe or sweater and hug her while putting it on her .. so that when she wears it she will feel that hug and it will somehow connect with me being real. Any other suggestions/thoughts? Anyone else found themselves in this place? Until we can get past this, everytime we meet will simply be a moment of reality before returning to fantasyland.
Thanks again!
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