I had to throw out a whole pot of coffee this morning. It was a great metaphor. I used to be too weak. I’d put up with shit for a long, long time in relationships that I just shouldn’t have.
I realized that I should send my five-year saga into the world today to stop giving it energy over me. I think that it will help. Prior to 2007, the only thing that had happened is that I had two covert gfs. One in high school and one in college–both of whom I was “caught” with–then this buddy of mine fell in puppy (non-lasting) love with me and pursued me for quite some time, so the second time he asked me to marry him, I consented, told myself that five-and-a-half-years of my life was “experimentation” and then was married to a man for 9-years. Then, as I had written in earlier entries, folks who had not seen me in awhile would say, “______, is married?!? To a man?!?!?!?”
My coming out affair started when I touched her hand and thought, “Boy, do I have to avoid you!” So, I did avoid her, but since I worked with her, I had “dealings” with her and I had to do things electronic or interoffice mail. When I would have to greet her, I wouldn’t make eye contact, so I wouldn’t feel my pulse come out of my chest. I didn’t have to work directly with her for two-and-a-half-years so it was ok. She was at the office Christmas party about ten-months before I ever slept with her and she was in a black suit and was pretty thin, so I went up to her and said, “You look skinny and beautiful.” And she said, “I love you,” which would become a joke later when we were together.
I booted my ex-husband nine-months after that party (We had been separated before we had our son three years earlier and he lived in another state for four-months.) and then she and I started a red hot affair three-weeks later. She dumped me and tore out my heart, because it was a coming out affair and nothing like hs or college antics. She was not a bi-curious straight girl who could feel my gayness, but she was a real lesbian, and then I knew right then, that I was too. I think that after a divorce, you have a rebound. Mine was a gay rebound, so I had to face who I really was, and then embrace it.
I did lots of shitty, sexless dating for a full year, because I struggled picking up the pieces of my heart. She did cause heartbreak, because it was the first time, albeit silly love, that I really felt love. She and I had a December full of push-pull and the last time we slept together was a few days before the New Year. (I have a four stage entry that is really, really long about the whole journey.) What really sticks with me were her green eyes as she left my bedroom after we had made love (for the last time) over and over, and she said, “I’m not convinced that this ever needs to happen again.” She left. The only thing that she would tell me is that she never wanted to be a mother, and that she was so far past being “anyone’s dirty little secret anymore.” I didn’t even see her until the following weekend, and she only would talk to me on the phone about twice a week, instead of every single night as she had done for about 4-months.
Then it was over a year of dating all the Ms. Wrongs and Not-Even-Closes, and I was celibate. I rarely smiled, got really skinny, and did other self-destruction. My energy was saved for parenting my son and that was all that I did with passion. Next, a year and a week later, entered my Cowgirl. We had a “lesbian one night stand,” so it lasted two weekends. Here is what I wrote about her when I realized that she and I couldn’t really date, because it was a mismatch:
“You get bent out of shape when I text you twice in the same day–weird.” “You have only had a ten-month relationship prior to now, and that was with a woman whose girlfriend was overseas at the time–weird.” “You don’t give me a single compliment.” There were also some other things that are superficial that would be even odder to mention, so I didn’t. I did tell her rather diplomatically that I was looking forward to seeing a woman last weekend admidst my final classes of one particular course that I’m finally done taking. However, she did not understand that when I said, “I want to be your friend,” that I really did mean just that. Plus, we were just investigating in person chemistry and she wasn’t a gf. I had been e-mailing one woman who I found intriguing, but she was bizarre. Enter, the Gemini:
I wound up feeling really empty, so I e-mailed this other woman a rather ballsy thing that I wouldn’t do typically that I thought would shut down our communication… I said, “Do you want to grab coffee or a beer?” and she said, “Yes.” She showed up too. We dated for two-months and I did like her. She was an outdoor person, a musician, and hot as shit. Plus, she was into me. But, she didn’t manage stress well, so she dumped me when we went on a hike. Here it is:
I told her that a lot of her stress is coming from her work. She has a big deal in two weeks, which will involve her ex-girlfriend, her sister with whom she is extremely close, and is reminiscent of her deceased father. I also told her that it seemed like all of this between she and I was too soon, for a variety of reasons. I also told her that I had been nothing but respectful to her, and she acknowledged that it had been “all her,” in terms of making moves sexually. I’m not actually sure if she is able to be a consistent person even when she is not in the throes of this much stress. It has a flavor that leaves me full of caution.
I did, and I’m glad about this statement, tell her that I would not have been contacting her so frequently had she not held me under the stars three weeks ago and whispered that “Sunday was a long time away,” and she said, “I’m not saying that I’m right.” It wasn’t a competition, but two weeks before had confused me when she called me every night, and I said as much. I told her that I wanted to tell her something and that I didn’t want to sound patronizing. She said “Say it.” I told her that this whole interaction over the past three weeks had made me approach her with such hypervigilance that I was worried about saying it, but she told me that it was fine. I told her that I hoped that she could get healthy, because right now, she has too much going on. I drove home and was angry, but I didn’t date her again; although, she wanted to.
Two months later, the drunk comes into my life. We had a very fun summer fling in 2009, but it should have stopped there and would have had I not had one of the most stressful falls that I have ever had, but she contacted me on New Year’s Eve, and I had before called off a stupid friendship with her because she was not monogamous, which I could have cared less about because it was a summer fling and I really just wanted a steady stream of sex that summer, and we had no foundation for friendship. No contact for three-months, and I was fine. However, she broke up with this girl who pressured her to become exclusive only to three-months later text me. I think that was because she had seen me two weeks earlier. I had written this:
So I finally saw the woman who I slept with all summer an hour or so ago. It was odd, because I didn’t care at all. It was weird for a minute and then I settled into the bar and it didn’t matter at all. She could have been a girl who I merely met a couple of times, but it was even less warm, and I slept with her all summer and she disclosed lots of personal stuff to me. The oddest thing is that a bar owner who I know was at this cowboy bar and told my friend and I to come to her bar and we would not have to pay a cover, so we did after an hour or so, and then she was there as well–feeding the jukebox.
She was merely standing there, alone, feeding the jukebox; although there was a DJ, and she was also half-heartedly watching hockey while nearly everyone in the place was dancing. I know this is my stuff, and not her stuff, but it seriously made me wonder what she will be doing in 5-years? Sipping tequila, and getting loaded in her early 40s is a strong possibility. We didn’t talk at this location and had a stilted hug and odd interactions at the first bar.
Another interesting element is that I was just getting some bravado and telling my friend that I needed another f-buddy. I don’t need that! Absolute indifference to someone who I know way too much about and does not know shit about me… I really don’t want this level of indifference and do not desire to become apathetic. It is interesting to me, but very weird. I guess she didn’t get that job in the southeast as she is still here.
However, she did eventually get a different job, and we then did distance, which I stopped wanting to do after three-months, but we had invested money in hotels and plane trips, so I didn’t. I didn’t want to move. I love where I live, and then I realized that it was not that she hated it here and drank to cope, it was just that she really was an alcoholic. She is loaded all of the time. I’m not dating a drunk.
I met my first love right afterward. My ex still has my heart and it is going to take some time. What’s good is that sublimation can happen right now because I have a lot of work in my yard and doctorate, and my son is taking a theater camp, so he will have a school schedule, so I can also follow a schedule after dropping him off in a few weeks. I’m going to chart out my whole summer and part-time work. I’m excited and I know that it will be the best summer that I’ve ever had. I will be free of her saying that I lack compassion, whereas, I think that I have been nothing but patient with her for five-months, and just can’t do that dance anymore. I want to be single, or have someone who is completely into me and wants to rip my clothes off. I will do either and this is the path that I’m currently on. I did a lot of weird dating before I got here, and in my last relationship, I was completely in love, gave my whole heart, and I have NO regrets.