Just checking in. My journey has been really weird so far.
My STBX cheating wife and I didn't have any kids, and she left me in the dust almost immediately after I outed her little fling, so once I moved out of our (now her) home, taking with me all the stuff I could grab, there was zero reason for us to communicate. It's a gift and a curse, at least in the early days. And now, it's been almost 3 months since I last spoke to the woman with whom I spent over a decade, with whom I felt complete, with whom I wanted to grow old--and it was the best thing she could've done for my ability to heal.
I received mail from her lawyer a few weeks ago and I ended up breaking the silence to text her with a question. She never responded, so I can only assume that she's blocked me there, too. That gave me a few hours of pain--this awful woman who did what she did and SHE blocks ME. I got over it completely about a day later. In fact, I think little of her now. Very rarely do I consider what her life's been like. In fact, I wonder more about what her family is thinking since her brother is still a Facebook friend of mine. He's right there, his occasional posts about his kid entering my feed, and I just want to say "Hi, no hard feelings, I hope your family is doing well" but know that that's a terrible idea. I don't want to block him because I find that to be petty. He could be spying for her for all I know--he's not that kind of person, but I find my cynicism levels pretty high these days.
It's actually a gift, to be so cynical. You start to see through people. We all have our issues, our shoulder chips, our idiosyncrasies, our bullshit. Some of us are good at identifying what those things are and mitigating them to the best of our abilities. Others, not so much. When you start looking for clues of shitty behavior and you stop giving people the benefit of the doubt (because look where that got all of us), and then when you start to see recurring patterns, you realize that the person you thought was worthwhile and maybe there for you is kind of a piece of shit who is using you. To our detriment, we ignore these signals on a daily basis--because nobody would just want to use us, right?. I'm not a misanthrope or completely distrustful of people, but now I'm listening for those clues. There are people in my life who have slowly revealed themselves to be different kinds of self-centered users, all of them more trouble than they're worth. It's funny how backhanded compliments stick out clear as day when you're done making apologies for other people's garbage personalities. I can't allow myself to waste my time with that kind of shit anymore.
I started to have feelings for one of them. Misguided, misplaced feelings that I shouldn't have had. Wearing my heart on my sleeve is my own personal bullshit thing, and even though I recognize it and openly acknowledge it, it can be hard to get under control when undergoing such a dramatic shift in one's lifestyle. This woman is another recently betrayed lover, and we've been supporting each other emotionally for the last few months, having met online in a similar supportive capacity. On paper, she'd be a struggle to date, but I took that with a grain of salt because "on paper" I look pretty okay, but I'm still kind of dead inside and slowly crawling up and out of the abyss that is my heart and soul. At first, she seemed like a person with a good heart. Somehow who's helpful. Someone smart. Someone kind of humble. Then the red flags started popping up. Self-centered. Defensive. Emotionally tone deaf. Hung up on her cheating ex. In the beginning, I certainly projected the romantic feelings onto our relationship. I just couldn't help myself. But I acknowledged it and worked hard to move past it.
Over time, she exacerbated my feelings by throwing out mixed signals. Hot and cold. I continued to let myself feel something for her, wondering curiously if she felt similarly. My gut says no, and I learned to trust my gut since it knew about the cheating long before the rest of me did, so I never mentioned it to her. I'm sure it's clear, since I've hinted at it enough times. And still, instead of withdrawing or changing her tune, she kept throwing out the mixed signals. I wondered, is she so emotionally tone deaf to not notice my signals and her own slew of signals which have been leading me on, or is she getting off on the attention and positive affirmations that I bring to the table and doesn't want to lose that source? The cynic in me now errs on the side of the latter out of self-preservation. I've even shared conversational details with my diverse and trusted sounding board to verify that I'm not just reading into it, and they--all of whom would call me on my bullshit, mind you--are just as confused as I am. It's regressive for me to get into such thought patterns and I'm finally at a place where I've detached from feeling that way about her.
Of course, I'm not even close to being ready to date, let alone love someone. At this point, I'm doing great by myself. I'm building my own little independent life. I have more freedom now than I have ever in my three plus decades of existence, and it's addicting. I love my job. My loved ones are still keeping in touch regularly, and I'm doing the same. I might not have the opportunity for a family of my own right now, but at least I can be the best goddamn uncle in the world to my niece. I'm planning so many fun trips to all of the places I wanted to visit but never made the time to do so. I'm rediscovering all of my lost hobbies. I'm a thousand miles deep in the abyss, but life keeps throwing me rope and I haven't stopped moving upward hand over fist toward the light. Maybe when the weather perks up, I'll feel comfortable even thinking about dating. I'm not setting any goals in that department. Even at my loneliest moments, when I'm destroyed by the fact that I have nobody to share my day with or my life with, by the next day, I've snapped out of it and am back to enjoying my newfound freedom.
And so life goes on. I keep coming back here, off and on, mostly feeling sorry for everyone who's stuck in "R". Mentally, I feel like I'm waiting beside the EXIT door hoping that every other betrayed lover comes and joins me so we can all walk through it together, hand in hand. But that's only because I had no choice in the matter and I had to quickly adapt to the choice that SHE made, so of course everything looks great over here. If she didn't abandon me, I would've gladly laid it all on the line to give us the last, best shot I could. I would've let her shovel as much bullshit into my mouth as she could manage, just to feel her warm body next to me while I fell asleep. Now though? She's just some woman who I barely remember, who I'm not attracted to in the slightest, who did some fucked up things to me but who also gave me one of my best life lessons. Hell, I still struggle to decide if she's a covert narcissist or not. There's enough evidence to go either way, and I'm keenly aware of how even the betrayed spouse can repaint the relationship history while making sense of the betrayal. Not that it matters anyway what she is or why she did what she did. What's done is done and we all have to move on. After our divorce is final in a month, she couldn't be more water under the bridge than if she were literally water under the bridge. If I run into her one day, even if I'm having a bad day, I'd probably just feel nonplussed once the abrupt panic subsided after about a minute of processing. If I'm having a good day, especially one in which my hair looks nice and I'm dressed to the nines, I might even offer to buy her lunch and act aloof the whole time.
Thanks for reading my ramblings! I hope I'm not the only one of us who's struggling with the romantic projections or the cynicism microscope. I feel like I'm healing, but man oh man is it still a struggle sometimes.