I am having a nice Saturday morning. I am writing and have music playing. I stop to appreciate the morning then wonder what is he doing? Is he thinking of me? There is a movie we both want to see. He mentioned it a few weeks ago and I didn’t recieve an invite, I never do. So it’s Friday at 5:00 and I am leaving. He stops what he is doing to say thank you. He asks about something, says there was something else but he couldn’t think what. I mention the movie. He says its playing near him I say I can metro he says he has something he has to do Saturday night but maybe Sunday.
So. He has plans Saturday night should I be jealous? Or glad he would actually consider seeing a movie with me on a Saturday night? That would have been off limits a few months ago. I say just let me know and he says okay. He gives me that last look and I meet his eyes then pull away quickly. I am so afraid I will get stuck there and he will see into my heart. But I think he has already done that.
He’s back. It’s been 6 weeks since I have seen him. I have my daughter with me and he is with his son. We text. He’s coming to the city to see the fireworks and invites us to join him. An actual invitation. That is a new thing. I decline because my parents will be arriving but say we will try to connect earlier. It’s raining. My daughter and I walk down to the festival. I text and call when we arrive and get no response. It is pouring rain and the festival is cancelled. I am sitting in a tent in the rain with my daughter. I fear I will miss him completely and then I’m gone on vacation and won’t see him for 10 more days. Then He calls. His phone was silenced and he didn’t know it and missed my call. He’s across the mall. We walk towards him and I see his tall familiar shape coming my way on the rain. We meet in the middle of the mall in the middle of the rain. He’s alone so my daughter says, “your missing someone” meaning his son. Pointing at me he says, “I’m missing your Mom”. OMG I almost died right there. I walk up and say I feel like I’m seeing a ghost. He says he’s not a ghost and I go in for a hug (Hug#4 and yes I am counting). We stand in the rain, his son and my daughter meeting for the first time, chatting and laughing and catching up. What an adventure they had what a thrill to be together again. Sadly We depart. I look back for one last glance and he is just looking away froM doing the same thing. Later that day he invites me to join them for a movie. I can’t because my parents are now here. I haven’t seen him since. We have texted a bit but that’s it. Now I’ve been away for 10 days. I will see him tomorrow at work. What will reunion #2 be like?
Two and a half years later, we are going back to panama tomorrow. Panama. Where I first got to know him. Where we shared desserts every night. Where we first worked side by side. Where he first turned my head. That panama. Where do we stand? I don’t still know! All I know is this.
I still love him
he still enjoys my company and I his
we still have long talks
he has “a girl he talks to”
he compares her to me
he says she is “a mess”
he has no idea if I am dating
We laugh together a lot
we act like a couple when we are together
i miss him when we are apart
Recent moments include:
teaching a class together where he demonstrates a skill by holding me from behind and his body touches mine and feels like magic
doing dishes together side by side me washing, him rinsing – so domestic
him introducing us as a team and calling us the yin and the yang
Sprinkle in between these moments my usual rage resulting in breaking up with a man I have no commitment with. How long can this go on? What will happen in panama? A lot of work, that is for sure, but I am staying an extra day to relax and recover, will he stay too? I will let you know in my next post
Its Friday at 5:ish and I end up in his office. He wants to ask me something and is clearly not sure how to start. He has a friend who is very religious and married a man who is into porn. By what he said I know who he is talking about and don’t think he is interrested in dating her, but she is an old friend so he cares. He can’t reconcile She knowingly married a man like that and still seems okay with it. She is still married and has no intention of leaving. He is asking me because my husband had the same problem. I didn’t realize he had such a problem when I married him and when I finally came to the conclusion things would never change, I left. I explained many things to him that night about what I went through and why it took me so long to leave. We talked about sex and what it means to us and what we want in our next relationship. I’ve never seen him sit and listen to me quite like that before. It turned into an explanation of why I put up with it so long and what my values are. I referenced a relevant book of his that he had shared with me. He said that he sent it to her. So that means this was not some recent conversation with his friend. Why was he asking me about it now? Why was this conversation about my expectations for love and relationships and marriage and sex? Is that what he wanted to know? Was he judging me and wanting to understand why I put up with it so long? Again, like so many things with him, I don’t know. I do know it was a beautiful conversation. Face to face, looking into each other’s eyes, for hours, sharing what we think is important about relationships. OMG, what next with this guy?
1. You don’t. Your terrified. You resent the control he has over you and you which he wasn’t there.
2. He makes you laugh and seems genuine. What color are his eyes? You don’t know because you have been afraid to look.
3. You both have a lot of questions and are in each other’s office, a lot. He is new so it seems reasonable but did he really need to ask you that or did he just want to visit? His eyes are blue.
4. Stop thinking about him. I’m mean it. Stop. Okay stop now. Can’t stop thinking about him.
5. This will pass. It’s because he is new. Give it time and the day will come when you wonder what the hell you were thinking.
6. It’s not going away so what exactly is the attraction? You make a list of likes and don’t likes and the like list is huge.
7. Jealously kicks in. What is he doing over the weekend? Who is that calling him or texting him. You start to imagine the worst and it makes you cry.
8. Acceptance that this is love. Years have gone by and it’s not going away, in fact it’s stronger. That list of likes doesn’t shrink, it grows, and the dislikes get smaller.
9. Acceptance that there is nothing you can do about it that doesn’t turn into you losing your job. This equals sadness.
I’m at the gym running on the treadmill. I am training for a triathlon so I have to run for 36 minutes. I have my tunes on high and I am lost in my music and thoughts. A sad song comes on and I think of him without me. With someone else. This makes me so sad I start to loose my breath. It’s emotional asthma. I stop it from happening by changing my thoughts or I would have to stop running to catch my breath. I calm down and a happier song comes on. I rock out the rest of the run. When I am done I turn around and he is on the machine right behind me. How long was he there? Did I almost come unglued right in front of him? I get so horribly sad at just the thought of us not ending up together and I am ridiculously jealous over the smallest things. I think I know why.
At this point we are so close. We are like a married couple who don’t live together. We cohabitate at work. We share a kitchen, we share our thoughts feelings, talk about our kids our Families . We don’t manage a household but we do manage an office and a complex program together instead, just the two of us, we are a team. When two people this attracted to each other get this close, the relationship progresses into something more. They become intimate. They make a commitment to each other. We have the closeness, the togetherness, the progression, without the intimacy or commitment. This kind of closeness is so risky without that commitment. It feels like my husband could walk out on me at any moment. He could show up with another wife and I would have to smile and introduce myself. It would be horrible. That’s why I panic and think the worst and have emotional asthma. I am preparing myself for what really could happen. I have nothing from him that says it won’t.
Did I get my Christmas hug, you might ask? Yes I did, but not the way I wanted. It has to be on his terms.
Here is how I wanted it to go: We are saying goodbye. I won’t see him for a week. It will be after Christmas before I see him again. So I say good bye and merry Christmas and then I ask, “is a Christmas hug against the rules?” And he says no, it isn’t and moves closer and embraces me in his arms. I melt in his large chest and forget to breath. It’s only for a moment but I forget everything for that moment. Then we let go and I say oh my goodness and he looks in my eyes and I say maybe it should be and he laughs.
Here is how it actually went:
We are saying goodbye. I won’t see him for a week. It will be after Christmas before I see him again. He steps out of the kitchen in the office and I say I’m off and merry Christmas and then I ask, “is a Christmas hug against the rules?” And he says “yes”. I’m sure I looked disappointed but said “okay then have a nice Christmas see you sometime” and walk away to gather my things and leave. He follows me, stands next to me and before I know it he grabs me with one giant arm and pulls me in for a hug into his chest like I’m a football. I hug him back. He feels warm and soft and safe. I want to stay there. I say thank you, it’s been a tough year. He says something, I don’t know what so I say “what” and he says “what” and I say “what?”back. So know we are standing there looking at each other saying “what” to each other. That really happened. Ugh! Then he asks about what is going on over the next few days and drags the conversation on for a while over nothing we haven’t said before so we can look at each other a little longer but not have to say anything real. Then I say merry Christmas and travel safe and we say see you in a later or something I don’t know what. I’m so upset he said a hug was against the rules that I almost forget he hugged me anyways.
It’s such a struggle. I think he feels he has to manage the situation completely on his own. He’s the supervisor. It’s his responsibility. I get that but it’s more than that. He acts like I can’t be trusted. Or maybe he thinks he can’t be trusted if we get too close, I don’t know, but his first response was no hugs. Then he regretted it and hugged me anyways. Looking back now, I think I will treasure that stupid football hug forever. He could have easily left it at no hugs allowed. But he didn’t.
I think about this time last year and how far we have come. How far I have come. Last year I was lost as to how our relationship would go. We were still recovering from our Alaska event and not sure how to feel. I was terrified we had ruined everything and he was still pushing back. Last year I had decided to get a divorce but my family didn’t know.
Now I am living on my own and happy. I am closer to him than ever before. We are comfortable together. He tells me things and I tell him things that we don’t tell others. We know each other’s flaws and laugh about them, or cry. Either way, it’s okay. I feel he loves me and it feels deeper than any love I have experienced before. Wether we end up together or not, he loves me. And I love him.
Today he gave me personal advice about how I need to move on, to let go, to rid myself of personal bias based on the past. Then he said I see it in you because it is something I do myself. It was a very kind and thoughtful conversation. I don’t know how to explain how beautiful it was that we can talk about things like that. He makes things right for me, even when he is telling me I’m doing something wrong. Sigh.
So in getting through this year’s holidays, I would like to get a Christmas hug before we part for Christmas. How do accomplish this? Just ask if it’s okay? Do I have the nerve to do that? And if I get a hug will I melt in his gigantic manly arms or panic? Gosh I really don’t know. I’ll keep you posted…
We travel together to a trade show. The same one we went to a year ago. We laugh about many things, including old times. It’s nice to have old times with him. We arrive early to the hotel and go for food late in the afternoon. It’s happy hour in fact. Unlike him, we partake in food and drink. He has two martinis and I have two mohitos. I show him the pictures from our last trip that I posted on Facebook. He hasn’t friended me. He doesn’t use Fb much. So I pull them up on my phone with my account. Once he gets through the trip pictures he keeps on going. Who is this? Where is that? Is this your mom? Etc… He goes through my entire life sitting there at the bar.
For the rest of the show we connect constantly. Hanging out together, acting like a couple. He points out a bowl of resses cups, knowing they are my favorite. I grab two and hand him one, knowing he wants one too. We are a couple. He leaves early and txts me goodbye from the airport. We stay in slow txting contact while we are apart. Something fun happens to me at my moms and I txt him a picture. He has good luck (a rare event for him) and txts me about it. We are a couple, except we are not.
Back at work today he tries to be all business but that doesn’t last long. He comes into my office and sits down and doesn’t remember why he came in. We distract each other.
I ride home with him to pick up my car. We talk about very personal things. We stop for pizza. We go to his home and I have to remember it’s time to leave. So I grab my stuff and go.
Its a strange thing to be so close to someone then suddenly not. To feel a deeper and deeper connection. To share personal feelings about everyone but each other. It’s a very strange thing.
He took me with him to see a house he wanted to buy. We looked at it together. He clearly intends to live alone. It’s small. It’s all he needs since it’s just him he says. There is a lighted corner in a room downstairs. He says a nice chair and you can have a perfect reading nook. He catches himself and says “or me, but I’d have to take up reading.”
Back at the office he is showing me pictures on his phone of the outside of the house that he took the night before. As I scroll back to the beginning I go one too far and there she is. I immediately go forward again. He is watching me look at the pictures but I realize he can’t see what I am looking at, so I go back again. She is very pretty. I go one further back and it is a picture of him. They are exchanging pictures, this “old friend”. She is the one who called him at the airport. Her picture came up when she called so they talk often enough he has a picture assigned to her. He said to her in the airport “I have it buried here in my bag” so she gave him something to travel with. She texted him a picture of herself while we were away. And did it again just the other day. She sounds high maintenance to me. I’m sick about it and try not to dwell on it. He doesn’t treat me any differently. We still act like a couple most of the time. We still talk about personal things. We seem closer than ever. Yet we can’t offer each other anything at all. I am in complete despair over this entire situation.
Do I try to date? He clearly is. Where will that lead us? Away from each other. Do I not try to date and be the patient one who is still here when the time comes? Whenever that might be and if that might be. If that never happens, I will have wasted a lot of time. Does dating means giving up on us? I am lost and confused.