When a man says one thing, but means another. Talk about shredding my heart into tiny peaces, over and over again. I never knew that the heart can go from one extreme to anther in such fast succession, until just recently. I’m still shaken up and I have no idea how long it will take for me to get over this feeling of disrespect, abandonment and betrayal.
After years of abuse I finally found a guy, lets call him Ron, that I felt something romantic for. I thought that would be impossible as I’ve shut down my heart, scared to feel again and had pushed away every man that desperately tried to unlock my heart. I got used to being a single woman and convinced myself that I actually preferred it this way. Less chance of being hurt again. I thought Ron was different. He treated me pretty good, respected my mental and physical pain and was very understanding of the triggers that abuse had caused me to develop.
I worked on these triggers for years and actually thought I had processed through most of them. Having a man in my life made them real again and I was surprised that I reacted to some of them as quickly and as negatively as I did. I knew I still had work to do, but now I had urgency to complete the process, so I didn’t drive my new fellow away. Don’t get me wrong, Ron had plenty of baggage that he brought into this relationship, but he acted like he was pretty perfect already and really didn’t needed to work on them. In being responsible for my part, knowing that the older we get, the more baggage we acquire, I had to work much harder than when I was young to keep a good relationship a float.
With 60% of relationships ending once you’ve already been through a divorce the first time, can you imagine the odds at a 3rd relationship, a 4th, 5th or 6th relationship? I had given up, no more relationships for me, but then this guy inserted himself into my life and wouldn’t give up until I invited him into my life and my heart. Ron stood at my door crying, begging to be in my life, desperately trying to convince me that a relationship with him would be different, better than what I have had in the past. How could I resist that?
He had convinced me that he was dedicated to making this relationship work and I was hopeful to finally have a man treat me with kindness, so I let him move from his tiny rotten, shell of a place to my large beautiful home. We had worked on several issues, enjoyed many events and went on many adventures and I felt closer to him than ever. It had been several years and I felt we were finally getting to the point where we were both on the same page, wanted the same future and was going to continue to build this relationship. I trusted that we would always communicate, discuss our issues and work things out together. Ron was so convincing that I actually felt we would be together until death do us part.
A surprise? How exciting, my man has never surprised me before and I was thrilled that he finally stepped up his game and was going to do something to show me that I was his beloved. He picked me up at my office and drove me over to an old. ugly, small home with a terrible weed ridden yard. I was surprised for sure. I thought he was just looking to buy it for a rental property, so I was trying to be supportive and encouraging. I went through every room with him, we talked about what room looked the best, what furniture would look good, what could be done with the yard. The whole time I’m wondering what I’m doing there and why was it a surprise for me?
I then discovered that, this fellow of mine, actually bought this house, site unseen, no research done and paid way too much for it. Ron started moving his stuff over immediately and with fervent effort. Every night after work he took van after van load over, working until way after I went to bed. I kept asking him if he was moving out, but he responded with trivial babble, manipulative words and confusing messages over and over again. Sometimes I felt he wanted to be together, others it felt like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. The emotional roller coaster ride was overwhelming my physical pain. Over and over I begged him to communicate with me, tell me what he is feeling, what he wants and if he still wants to be in a relationship with me. There were many moments that he was treating me rude, snappy and made me felt as if he wanted me to get on my knees and beg him to stay, to kiss his toes and be submissive to him. I’m not that kind of girl, so finally I asked him to just be straight with me, “Are you moving out? Yes or No.”. His response was, “Yes, I am moving out.”
Excuse me? No discussions. No indication. I had no idea he wanted to move out, but when I asked him about it he mentioned that he expected me to move over with him. I had lived in my home for 15 years, put at least $50,000 into it and planned on living here until I died. Now, out of the blue, with no warning at all, Ron expected me to move to a home that is smaller, ugly as a cow walking backwards and leave the home I raised my daughters in, worked tirelessly to restore and spent a lot of sweat and tears living in. I tried to explain to him how devastating this could be for me, how many triggers he just set off, the feeling of abandonment he has created in me and what a roller coaster of emotions and physical pain that he is causing me. He didn’t seem to care, wouldn’t listen to reason and kept moving his things over, night after night, until nearly everything he owned was located at the new house.
Over the next week or so, he kept asking me when I’m going to move my things over, what size of a dresser did I want over there, what color would I like the house painted, etc. I kept reminding him that I didn’t plan on moving over, but he just ignored my words and kept up his act. If I felt secure, confident and felt like I could trust that we were going to still be a couple, I actually wouldn’t mind finding a home together, discussing where we wanted to live together, what style house we want to live in and how much we would like our payments to be together. Yet, now, after all of this abandonment and betrayal, I have no belief that I we are even a couple. I felt like we had digressed back to just being friends, there was no romantic inclinations from either of us. At this point he was ignoring me most of the time and I was letting him. The disturbing part is that I didn’t mind and welcomed the extra solitude he was proving me.
Ron spend his first weekend at his new house and while there he thought I would be yearning for him at home, anxiously waiting for his return, begging for his touch when he returned. He was disappointed to find out that it didn’t take me long to rediscover myself again. I start doing things with my friends again, working on myself and actually being happy again! The stress levels decreased ten fold while he was gone. What a splendid weekend, the best I had since he moved in several years ago. Of course he didn’t like that much and started questioning my every move, who I was with, how long we were together, what we were doing, etc. It was Ron that caused all of this new freedom of choice for me which set me free and I was so grateful.
After all of this happened, this fellow made great efforts to get back on my good side and fix the relationship, yet he still has a new, very large, house payment now and feels it necessary to spend every other weekend there. He often begged me to go with him and stay at this house, but I decided that on his weekends away, I got to plan on going and doing the things that I used to love to do; be productive, enjoy nature, take care of chores and home improvements. His decision to trick and deceive me has been the trigger for me to increase the value of myself, my life and my future, with or without him. Suffering with is bad decision and not having the courage to discuss with me how it was affecting him, he ended up moving permanently into his house. A new start for both of us. I still love him and always will, but new beginnings are often exactly what we needed.
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