After feeling surprisingly good for the first two weeks post-breakup, I started to feel shitty again tonight. Just a little bit.
I made the mistake of looking at her facebook page. I think she blocked me from seeing most of it (some recent posts had disappeared), but she had updated her profile picture and I could see all the likes and comments. She had all sorts of support. One person told her that she had showed real dedication by participating in an event "so soon after the trip you had". She had dozens of people telling her how gorgeous she was. And among them was the OM, who told her how pretty she looked, and she liked his comment. I guess they're facebook friends again. It makes me wonder if she had seen him again before coming home, even after "officially breaking up" with him. Not that I should care. She was single as far as I was concerned, right?
Meanwhile, I'm alone in a hotel room again, feeling inferior. (But, rationally speaking, this is just silly self-pity. I saw a bunch of friends this week, and there are a dozen more who've offered to talk or hang out. I could have stayed with one of them if I had asked.)
Just over a week ago, she was begging me to give her another chance and telling me over and over again how much she loved me. In response, I just told her to leave me alone. High and mighty. Now that she really has left me alone, I can finally move on, but I've lost the temporary ego boost, and I feel fragile.
In the last few days, I've felt okay emotionally, but I've had odd physical symptoms. I've been waking up earlier than usual. I've had weird pains in my neck and chest. I wonder: maybe I'm not fine? Maybe my body knows something my brain does not? Or, maybe it's just the fault of jet lag and cheap mattresses.
Ramble ramble.
I saw the new therapist today. She specializes in infidelity issues, and she's very pro-reconciliation. She didn't pressure me or anything, but she asked me if I thought that my XGF was sincere in her most recent grasp at reconciliation (I did, but that doesn't make it trustworthy), and she asked me to explain why I didn't want to give my XGF another chance. I wish it were patently obvious, but it feels like the consistent perspective among therapists is "shit happens, but you can always make it work". I gave a short answer, but later I wrote a much longer answer in my journal, listing all the reasons why I was right to leave. It made me feel more secure, but I'm the kind of person who always feels guilty in not giving someone the benefit of the doubt. Maybe this time she'll really turn a new leaf. Everyone deserves another chance, right? No one is beyond redemption, right? Whatever. It's not like I gave her the death sentence. She can get another chance with another guy. In the meantime, she's a terrible bet for me. Giving her the benefit of the doubt would be the definition of insanity. I don't even miss her; I just miss having a girlfriend.
My XGF didn't get much attention from guys when she was younger, but she started to get it more and more in the last few years. She became more attractive and more fashionable and more sexual (but until recently, only I got to see the latter). Then our relationship ended with her receiving and reciprocating "love" from another guy. Meanwhile, I've put on a ton of weight in the last few months, and I've never felt less attractive than I do now. And aside from the relationship with my XGF, I haven't dated since high school. I never had any others girls show the slightest interest in me in the past 7 years. When I think about finding someone to love in the future, it feels like an immature fantasy.
It is the future, say three or four or eleven years from now, and you meet the "one." You are into the "getting-to-know-you" phase, and as most new couples do, you are discussing past relationships and exes. I know if I were the "one" in that scenario, the last thing I want to hear is that you really, REALLY tried to remain friends with this ex. I don't care if you have a little golden memory here and there of your exes: we all do. What I don't want to hear is that you have left that door open, not even a crack. You are not safe for me at that point. Capiche?
Maybe it's time for me to block her on facebook and give up on the idea of being friends with her. Until further notice, at least.