that awkward moment. |
The First Time You See Your Ex After The Breakup. This article SO isn't my situation (especially not the bit at the end about masturbating) but the idea is the same.
Sooooo this ex-boyfriend story is probably like no other you've ever heard... but you'll never hear it. There are too many parties that haven't been made privy to the history he and I share. In a nutshell, we were raised as family. Obviously, that notion went hurdling out the window with our first kiss (which was like something out of a Nicholas Sparks novel, mind you).
kiss like a romance novel |
Its been 9 unbelievably fast years since that first kiss. I am a terrible details person but moments like that one I'll never forget; it is forever etched in my mind. 1 a.m. on a Tuesday morning and drenched in moonlight, just after a fight with my then most recent ex-boyfriend, an insecure, clingy boy unable to accept that we were through. I'll spare you the rest of the details for they bear no importance to me anymore, except to remind me that I've since redefined my standards of a healthy relationship and found my very own Prince (Sort-Of) Charming (In-His-Own-Way).
A month ago, I find out my ex will be visiting the area in which I live. The likelihood that we will run into each other is extremely high. When he does arrive back in town, he will have his wife and kids. The wife he married after I dumped him. Four months after.
If I sound offended its because a small part of me still is. Was I so forgettable? So easily replaced? I'm a big advocate of finding closure but I'm realistic enough to know that it isn't always attainable. There are a few things that, given the opportunity, I'd love to ask him. Why would be expect me to have a sympathetic ear for him after he'd broken my heart? Did he think I was Superwoman? Or perhaps cold and unfeeling, since I was the one that walked away? What kind of a man doesn't even give polite response to a simple question? Was there ever any hope of him returning the love I felt? Did he miss me once I was gone from his life? Does he wonder how life would be different if I had stayed? I have accepted the fact that I may never know... but it has still left its mark upon me.
The second hardest part of this experience was making sure that I learned from it without taking it with me. Does that make sense? I knew that I had to learn from all the pain and the sleepless nights but I didn't want to carry it with me forever. I didn't want my pain to taint my perspective on life and love. I wanted my idea of love to remain as pure and unscathed as possible. That was my goal. My husband mentioned to me that never once has he felt like he was paying for anything my exes did wrong. That brought me SUCH relief. It was what I worked so hard for, so that when I met the man I would marry he wouldn't feel as though he were carrying around my baggage along with his own.
The possibility of seeing him again is looming over my head like a cloud just waiting to rain on me. I'm afraid of it. What if I do see him again and the pain comes rushing back? Will I be able to contain myself? Is there going to be that awkward pause when our eyes first meet that lasts mere seconds to the rest of the room but an eternity to me? How will I fake the small talk? After all, our mutual contacts haven't the slightest idea of what when on between us. Can I even make it through the conversation?
What scares me the most is that I'll see him again and love him again. Unlikely though it may seem, there's a tiny part of me that is absolutely petrified of it. Because that is the one scenario that I am completely unprepared for.
Maybe its time. For whatever reason, every other time he's been in close proximity of me I've either been out of town or wholly unaware. This time, I was actually PLANNING to be out of town but those plans fell through recently. Just a week before I heard all this. Perhaps God believes I'm ready.
/end rant.