Love is so strange and intangible but we do crazy things to find it, to live it and to keep it. Movies, books, poems and prose all portray different versions proverbial Love. Yet somehow once we “find it” we let all of that longing go. We start to take it for granted, assuming that because the person who is in our bed at night says they love us they actually do. Taking something so precious, so sought after, for granted…we hurt each other, lie to one another, abuse one another…while still claiming love is the anchor to this unhealthy interaction.
That is, in fact, what happened to me. I have been in a very long relationship. A “loving” relationship where things got turned on their head. Love became anger, anger became abuse…not physical but emotional, and then it became lonely…desolate from the inside out. Being a busy person I filled the time in my head with things to distract me from what had become a very sad existence. I got very busy with work. I was going to make a lot of money and leave my relationship and stand on my own. I was going to conquer my isolation through mental greatness, self awareness and achievement.
It didn’t work…busy busy busy and it didn’t work. Achieving became chasing. I did accomplish a lot and I learned a ton about myself. I mean I learned I am an extremely strong person for example. I learned that I can do way more then I ever thought I could and I found God. I am grateful for all of these things. None of them filled the gap of my loneliness or gave me the way out I was hoping for. Nothing I did took to place of the Love I thought I had. I was left with work, anger and sadness.
At first…before I gave up on my relationship I fought for it. I fought him to bring him back to me. I wanted him to see me and understand me. He couldn’t, he was too angry about his past…ghosts I couldn’t free him from…demons he was so accustomed to he had no way to release them and accepted no offers of help for. Instead he turned on me for trying to pry open the doors he’d locked himself behind in his mind.
Part of our relationship for a long time was him telling me about “how women are” that if they are overweight or have kids or are too old no one will ever love them. My life had been spent hearing the similar words from my dad. I had no reason to believe that what they were saying was untrue. I wasn’t worthy of love no matter what I accomplished, no matter how passionate I was…I would always fall short. I found comfort in my relationship with God because with God I never felt that I came up short. In my loneliness I turned to God and I prayed for someone to come into my life who could just love me for me.
The internet became a refuge from the anger and loneliness in my life. I found “friends” there, people who at least through their electronic devices seemed to hear and understand me. As I got more involved in my online worlds I started to connect with people who I knew felt the same things I did. It was through my online connections that I reconnected with my first love. A man I knew as a boy.
We dated for a couple of years a looooong time ago. It was my first true love relationship…with all the messiness that implies. Being young is great…you know everything and don’t have a clue. We really did love one another but we were too young to make it work. Possessiveness, ambition, jealously, misguided notions about how life really is and about what is important all got in the way. It ended badly and left a permanent mark. When I fell in love again it was a few years later and with a man who was the opposite of my first love. Not artistic or musical, extremely tough, fighter not a lover type. That is the man I married.
When I reconnected with my first love, it was so easy to talk to him again. Our painful past so far behind us, so much life lived away from that point in time. It was so nice to reconnect with him again…the things that brought us together in the first place were still there, the things that tore us apart long gone through fully lived lives. It was so easy to fall for him again…and fall I did. So did he.
It seemed like it was both slow and fast. I had actually gotten to the point where I was ready to live in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life. I would just work and play at online connections and not take it anywhere, certainly not go looking for something. I wasn’t worthy of love…we all knew that. But he…saw it in me…the lonely and the sad. He asked what happened to me…wondered where “I” went. It was so easy to talk to him, to be open with him…he knew me and he loved me. At first it was from what we shared from the past but then it turned out out lives had mirrored one each others. We both married very emotionally distant people who had hard lives. We both felt alone in our relationships, although his had all ready ended. We connected over mutual pasts, similar paths and now over the same visions and dreams for the future. We had both prayed for a True Love and it seemed our prayers had been answered.
Finally, after talking everyday for a couple of months we had the chance to see each other again. Ten days. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Our first night together was one of rediscovery. The scents of the past, the taste of familiar form…but different. The feeling of electricity from fingertips to flesh…so much desire but also a closeness…something very whole and home. We surrounded one another with love and passion, curiosity and knowing. After having felt so dead inside for so long I was alive again. It was so…
Ten days. Ten days of just love and affection. Of possibilities outside of my lonely, empty space. Ten very magical days. People saw us together and felt the love we feel for one another. They wanted to be around us…they would talk to us to keep us lingering in their world a while so they could be near our warmth and love. It was wonderful.
When I got home I was ready to leave my “old life” for the promise of my “new life”. My husband took the news in stride, just as I knew he would. He told me it was for the best, that he knew I could be happier with someone else, that he needed a trophy wife to be happy, that he wasn’t capable of love the way I needed, that as long as he can see our daughter he’s fine. I told him about the other man, we were making plans to be together, that I love him. Then my husband broke.
He broke, he told me he loved me, that he was just trying to be tough because that’s what’s expected of “men”. He told me he knows he did this to me, broke me inside…hurt me and was cruel. He wants me to stay to work it out. I said yes, because I felt like I had to. I loved him for a long time before anger consumed our relationship, we have a daughter together, a life. I said yes…and now I feel so much more lost and confused.
I had moved on in my head to another man, I planned a life with him. I love my husband, at least I think I do…I can’t feel anything right now. He’s being the man I always wanted him to be…and I am just numb and shocked. I didn’t think he loved me, at all. I am torn…love, life, obligation, family. I don’t know up from down and I don’t know what I am supposed to do now. I don’t feel anything except sad and I don’t know why.
I don’t know how this story ends. This is the first time I have externalized it…put it all out into writing. I am used to making really touch decisions, but I am not sure what kind of emotional boot camp gets you ready for this kind of turmoil. I know I’ll get through it and I will live with whatever decision I come to. Of all the people in the world who would find themselves in this position, I never ever thought it would be me.