Friday, June 6, 2014

Goodbye

One thing I hate most about dating is the part where you say 'goodbye'. Obviously, as you date someone, you get to know them. You become more and more apart of their life. You are apart of the ups and downs of someone's life. You laugh together, have inside jokes, you're even naked together. 

It seems that no matter if I've been dating someone for 2 weeks or 2 years, goodbye is never easy for me. It feels so final. There's a sadness within me about it. I feel like I'm mourning a loss. A loss of hope, a loss of what could be, a loss of a life of possibility with that person. If it's someone I really like, I think about what our kids would look like. I say my first name with their last name in my head. I imagine how they would fit into my family, and I in theirs. 

But when 'goodbye' happens, eventually that person will become nothing more than an acquaintance, a memory, someone you used to know. Most times, they become a stranger. We're taught not to like strangers. Those things you dreamed about seem ridiculous and crazy. You can't believe you ever even saw that person in that way. Doesn't this idea feel so sad to you? 

Last night I said goodbye to someone I had been seeing off and on for 6 months. I hadn't even realized that much time had gone by. And again that same sadness and mourning came over me. It really wasn't about him. I knew he wasn't right for me. I knew that he would never change. I never felt like I could truly be myself around him. I was constantly trying to be what I thought he wanted. And he...didn't seem to try to do anything. It seemed to me that I was just a matter of convenience for him. I realized that I hate the feeling of being convenient more than I hate goodbye.

So I told him that he was fake, and that he made me fake. He didn't seem to like that very much. So our goodbye was a mutual thing I suppose. It still feels sad though. 2 people who don't believe in giving up gave up...on each other.

This is why I'm single. 

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

We weren't broken

I have always loved writing poetry. I don't consider myself exceptionally good at it, but writing in general is a big outlet for me. Most people don't know that about me. I have found that my best work happens when I don't try so hard to use fancy language, but just real words. Normally, a phrase comes to me and I use it over and over again and write my other feelings around that common thread. Tonight I wrote the poem below. Again, I don't consider myself a genius, but it's simplicity speaks to me.

We Weren't Broken

We weren't broken. 
Where'd you go?
Why'd you leave?
We weren't broken!

I stepped and then
You stepped and then
I fell
But we weren't broken
Just mending

My Return

I'm returning after quite a long hiatus. I haven't been un-single, just away from my desk.

I'm still single. Still dating. Everything in my life is pretty much the same as it has been for the last several years. The faces might have changed. Some of the details have changed, but my life is still basically the same, honestly, since I was 20. That was when I moved here. 8 years ago.

I will say that my heart is different. Someone reminded me of that the other day when I said this to them. 

I know I'm stronger than I was 8 years ago. I'm smarter. I'm more loving. I'm more honest. I'm more forgiving. I'm more accomplished. I guess if you look at it that way, I am more. 

Anyway, I've decided to make some changes to this blog. I've decided that instead of being funny, I just want to be honest. That can sometimes be funny. And sometimes not so much. 

The truth in this moment is that I'm on the mend. I just had my heart broken for the BILLIONTH time. I'm confused and frankly scared of becoming desperate. Nothing is uglier than a desperate woman. I am by no means desperate for a date. I go on plenty of dates and have never struggled to get the attention of men. However, though some say I've become a serial dater, I am truly looking for someone to spend my life with. I'm looking for passionate, all-consuming, inconvenient, crazy love.

In the meantime until it comes my way, I'm busy dating. And looking under every rock and hiding place for love. That might be ugly and not funny. In the middle of it, I'm learning how to let go of it. I'm learning how to be ok with the idea that it might not ever happen. I'm learning to be strong. And being strong in this situation means not becoming bitter, not losing hope. No matter what.