(my apologies, this is long)
That whole relationship thing evolved over the last 2 years. When I broke up with my exN/S I thought I’d take my time grieving and then, like in the breakup of my non-N marriage, when I was finished I’d open myself up to dating and start a new relationship (it seems whatever it is men want in a long term relationship I seem to have - I’ve never had to be single when I didnt want to be).
AT the same time I also had guys asking me out, men who were interested in me previously who didnt mention anything because they knew I was taken. I was open to “fun and adventure” so I promised myself I’d say yes to any invitation I got. But it was way too soon. Every guy who wanted to sleep with me, have a relationship with me, even after awhile just kiss me got kicked to the curb. Its when I realized I was intimacy-phobic.
I had a Mr NiceGuy in my life forawhile, a really intelligent, sensitive, serene Buddhist who seemed to know exactly where my head was at and didnt push anything, just was open to any invitations I made of him. And that lasted for a good long while, but I think because he realized I wasnt ever going to be truly intimate with him emotionally OR physically, he just faded out of my life. I think he wanted to see if I’d pursue him, but I didnt, and so I havent heard from him in a long time. I dont miss him. So I’m thinking it was a good thing he left for greener pastures.
Since then I’ve noticed I have absolutely NO desire to be with anyone. I have some really great men in my life with whom I have platonic friendships, so I get some measure of male energy and company in my life, but I’ve found
contrary to what my plans were for me, contrary to what I wanted for my life, my hearts gone pretty well cold. I’ve written about it here before. I assume since I no longer feel warm-hearted, I no longer come across as warm anymore.
I’m kinda sad about that. I havent been a cold woman before in my life, its not how I want to be, but here I am, after all this therapy and recovery…cold.
I’m not filled with violent hatred anymore so I’m relieved assuming I probably no longer look like a woman who’d just as soon kill you as hold the door open for you! But I figure now I just give off the vibes that I dont give a shit about anyone…because for the most part…I dont. Sad eh?
But now that I think about it, I dont get much pleasure out of much of life anymore. So the whole “its time to stop grieving and start being selfish and fill my life with pleasure” thing is a perplexing concept to me, its why I’m asking for as much feedback and suggestions as I can get.
I dont get asked out on dates anymore, not at all interested in joining any dating sites, I dont miss sex (despite having had a sex life with my exN/S where I got to express all the richness and depth of me and feeling fulfilled that way), so I dont feel I’m missing anything not having any casual partners either. I think my libido’s gone the same way as my heart… cold.
I have often wondered aloud here, and to my T’s and friends if that part of my life is over now. The one T I was with for a few years said she doubted it because she’d seen me be such a loving and big hearted person for so long it was part of my character.
(nodding) …well, I havent felt loving or big hearted in quite awhile.
I hate to think a N/S can destroy whats good and beautiful in a persons heart.
I know a Hell’s Angel, R. R’s heart got broken badly by his last exwife when she left him for his best friend. He needed years to recover from that. He married the vicepresident of a corporation a few summers ago. I attended the wedding. Imagine that if you will (chuckling). Anyway, I asked him about love. He said he’d lost his capapcity to love when his exwife left him. I asked him about his latest marriage to a really sweet, really smart and accomplished woman. He said he was fond of her and appreciated her and felt affectionate toward her, which is a “kind of love” and that he didnt want to be alone, but he was fairly certain whatever he had in him that was able to love someone before, was gone, and it would never be coming back.
I had thought at the time he’d just need time to recover again, allow himself to be vulnerable and trust his new lady…but I think now I know EXACTLY what he meant.
Or rather, I FEAR I know exactly what he meant.
For me its not about marriage. I had a marriage to a nice guy, a nice kid, a nice house in a nice neighbourhood. I had that experience we all hope for already. It didnt last more than 17 years with my exhusband, but it sort of still lives on, my sons father and I are still good friends, we still care about one another, we’re sort of still a family…sort of. So I dont feel like I’m missing anything, I already had it, and it was good.
But with my exN/S…
its all different. Theres no joy in my heart anymore, not for any thought of any romantic relationship ever again.
The walls are up I suppose, or maybe they arent and I’m just empty inside? I dont know. I dont feel sad about it, or doomed, I’m rather quite blah about it, and life ever since I got out of the hospital this summer.
Thats where I am today. I’m willing to feel different in the future, but really the truth is I dont have any hope it might be.