Tag Archives: realtionship

Ch 2 .. the memory …(draft story)

So the issue that I had after last year was not only did he string me along for a ride he used so beautiful language that kept me sweet. I mean I should have seen it all coming but I didn’t. I ask myself these questions a lot, and mainly because I havent spoke to anyone about these things, so they have remained frozen in my mind and memory.

When my talk to my counsellor even she gets fed up with me bringing it up, and that really is telling me something but I wish she could help, give me more clarity what was it? why was it and why do I keep on to the memory?

Everyone hates me bringing it up and most recently the guy I have been talking to he absolutely can not stand me talking about any of my history. Which is a deal breaker for me really because I feel that it is important to be able to talk to someone and be able to share your past and also share your important memories or things you may not have been able to understand in the moment. Not being able to talk to him about the past is making me stuck, and I am unable to move forward at the moment. When I do I will be sure to let you know what it was that helped me get to the other end.

So the main memory that I have was a week before he walked away. We was sat on my living room floor and he was talking to me about my degree that I was resuming… he knew that I was starting back he knew when he met me in July that that was always the plan. It was nearly September and we had been together almost 2 and a half months I suppose not long at all but we spent almost every other day together and he was sleeping over at my house nearly all through the summer holidays.

In fact I probably met him around this time last year, gosh I dont even know what story to tell you now how we first met or the memory that stays in my head.

hummm,

Lets start with when we first met.

I had been busy packing to move to my new home, after staying in a really tiny two bed house with 3 children after leaving my ex ( the one who is the dad to the children). I had to make a plan to leave because the benefits we was getting when we was in a realtionship wasnt enough, it was making us be in debt, and also he was being abusive to me so it was safer and better for me to leave and stay in a small house until I could find a way to move again.

So, I was moving home over the weekend and my friend invited me out to have a drink with her and her new found boyfriend who she had met off the internet, weirdly enough. So we was a bit worried going to some guys house we didn’t know but he was the best friend of her boyfriend so we assumed it would be perfectly fine and she knew that he was single and she knew that I was coming out of a shit relationship. I managed to get the ex to watch the kids so that I could get out, I didn’t tell him what I was doing because I knew he would have prevented me otherwise, thinking back I wish I was able to get another babysitter then I could have stayed out longer with them. Anyway.

So I didn’t really dress up or anything and it turned out fine. The flat was located in the back of town near the industrial estate not far from where I live, it was small and there wasn’t any decorations or anything like that. He didn’t have the internet or an TV channels or glasses just mugs. He had moved into his flat after leaving a very long relationship so he explained further into the night.

We all greeted one another and he looked right at me,it was a strange look to start with almost a why are you here sort of look but also I am glad you came sort of look also.

We all went upstairs and the first thing he said was sorry ladies I dont have any glasses mugs will have to do, I do hope that is OK. Me and my friend just laughed and said yeah we dont mind at all. He poured me a JD and coke, and then the next thing my friend and her boyfriend where on the sofa talking and then we was talking and we spoke a lot.

He was being a step parent so he was very aware and seemed to sound like he knew what to do with kids. He was also a writer so he said and he loved to read books, he was half way through one at the time. He also had a degree in criminology something that I was doing. It seemed very strange that he knew all these things but he didnt work in areas you would think.

He was working in a games figure shop in the middle of town and he was a true game figure hoarder he had a whole room just full of the stuff. I wasn’t too sure what to think of that someone 16 years older than me and quite obsessed with gaming. I mean sure its great as a hobby and I admired that.

So shortly after our first drinks everyone went outside for a cigarette. He looked at me funny because he knew that I was very short and I always get comments about how short I am.

About an hour later we all headed down to the nightclub but I was getting phone calls to go home because my ex had work early in the morning, I didn’t like him but I wouldn’t be horrible to him, and I thought it would be best to go home and not vanish into the night club. Even though I so badly wanted to stay and talk to this curious fella, on the way down to the club he handed my his hoody. He then pulled a tenner out of his pocket and got me into the cab to go home safely.

I had only known him for a few hours and his kindness and gestures where so kind I was thrown by this kindness.

Later that night my friend messaged me to say that he didn’t feel up to staying with her and her boyfriend because he didn’t see the need to go into a nightclub to pull or anything. As he had met a lady that night that he was happy to see again. From the very start I was thrown away by romantic words and phrases before I even got to know the guy well.

From that night he added me on Facebook and we didn’t stop talking then on. It hurts me now to know that things started this way and now I can tell you that I haven’t even heard from him since the end of September. The things I came to learn told that this was a very deep and complex man and I am a very deep and complex woman, and although we both had life stories to tell I couldn’t help but notice that slowly he didn’t really listen to mine or acknowledge . The clash of problems and feelings we had from our pasts didn’t help and probably where the tip of the end of our relationship. As well as other events that he was not prepared to stand by me, this was really difficult because I do look back now thinking if I had done something different maybe it wouldn’t have been so terrible. Please tell me this is a normal reaction.

How can something so nice end so horribly? how can someone so kind become so mean and distant. I have no answers no apologies no nothing.

The last conversations consisted of ‘you are too nice, and the death of my parents and my brother have effected me more than I thought and I think I am a little more autistic then I thought I was, therefore I cannot be in a relationship with you’.

I was OK for a short while and then I just couldn’t stop I couldn’t get over him , I messaged him and he didn’t reply. I messaged my friend and she was mean and rude to me. I was banned from a house party because I was no longer his girlfriend, my whole world was ripped apart and torn to shreds. I was getting help with the kids and getting them to school and then I was waking up with no support or help at all. I had this huge caring hand lifting me and the kids up and then it was snatched away from me in the night. Not only did I lose him I lost friends associated with him, as well as the girl I had initially met him with. I was grieving for friends and a relationship that was unequal in so many ways but also lifting me up out of the dark place I had been in for the year prior.

So all I could do was write and write and write and write. So I wrote poems and I read them out, I got myself on the radio and I appeared on the television. I hoped the further I got the quicker I would heal. But every few months I would just relapse again and remember the memories.

I was a mess.

I am a mess.

I am a working progress.

Even despite all my efforts I still never heard a thing. Not even a reply to any of the messages, the first lot where bad more like how could you leave you said you loved me (so original right) and the doctors thought I had a miscarriage… no lie. I had this awful awful period after he left, it wasn’t a miscarriage though and I do regret sending that and yeah I feel awful, I think because he knew I was struggling I didn’t know what else to say I wanted to get him to talk to me and I was selfish I suppose I even sent sorry after sending messages.

Then the next few where are you OK. Again I regret them he never asked if I was OK.

Then finally the final messages were about moving forward, I tried to address the fact that it was not just the relationship I lost out of my life, it was also my friend and I wanted to tell him that, I just wanted to move forward but as ever he never read the messages and I didn’t get a respond. I managed to keep him blocked on my Facebook and now I am in a situation where I desperately just need to get over things and accept that I will never know or have reasons to all the things that happend. Which is sad but I need to find a way to live with it.

Talking to you really helps I am so glad that you listen to me, I thought that I would never be able to talk about this with anyone.

Chapter 1 … Jelly

And thats when I wanted to kill myself, yeah. That was the end that was all I could think about and the only thing that took over my life, constant anxiety , why this why that how come. Or as he would call it, self pitying feeling sorry for myself.

Maybe, maybe not.

Look im a 25 year old woman and only recently in the last year I have noticed since I stopped breast feeding that I sweat more than normal, my pubic hair grows back within hours and I now have more UTIS than my Nana. Its depressing my tits sag I live in Primark leggings and now I have gone back to remaining inside the house and not for anxiety reasons, well not solely. I mean its been since March since the lock down began and now we are slowly lifting restrictions, I dont see how wearing a face mask is a normal life but I guess this will be our normal life. And now I am having this thought, that I should just end it right he right now.

Quite frankly I am sick of the world I am sick of my community, I am sick of politics sick of worrying about everything and anything all day all night and now even in my dreams.

Why?

I suppose it all started last year when I fell in love with a man who I have spoken about far too many times now but I just love telling the story. All the little glimmers of hope in that relationship reminded me that not all men are evil and complete tossers. But at the same time I think I realised how much of a pretentious bitch I can be and that really was a shame because I blame myself. A lot.

I did the worst thing possible and that was not writing about things, and mainly because I may have met another man this year and he really doesn’t like reading or seeing what I write. So I have this secret account you are now reading from (feel honoured) and well the guy who is baby daddy he, well he abused me so I have had to get an injunction on him during this lock down business which actually ladies was much more easier as I didn’t have to see him in court or deal with him in court as it was all done through the phone, thanks to Covid.

So last year I fell in love with a man who was almost 16 years older than me, and I really liked it. I liked it more that he was more intellect we could talk about so many things that many young men aren’t interested in. Or maybe I was just talking to the wrong young men.

But thanks to my fucking anxiety and hairy chin hairs that appeared every 3 weeks, I turned into a massive piece of jelly that was unable to process and deal with emotions in the moment. Ultimately lead to the end of the relationship after I surprised visited him on his way to work and then read a poem about him on an open mic stage. To be fair to the guy he did call me his exs name in bed. I did have some right to feel the way I felt.

Turns out he didn’t find it as amusing and he didn’t like that I was upset by him calling me Laura.

Yeah, that stung. A lot. I went straight into the shower put music on my phone and I cried, whilst he was still in the house and they kids needed to get ready for school. What the hell was wrong with me? why couldnt I just act like a fucking adult about things. I forgot in the moment that we are all human and we can forget things and do things by accident.

I think it just fucking confused me the whole relationship.

He was 40 and he wore Star Wars pjs in bed? I mean who does that? The whole novelty of dating a guy is being able to wake up in the middle of the night and feel a poke at the back of your bum from his hunky penis? or the slightest warmest touch from his skin on your skin. That is how you bond ? right?

Fucking hell, I had never met a 40 year old that moaned as much as he did about his age. Even more so I have so many painful regrets like not putting love you in his birthday card despite only dating him for a few weeks and not being able to just talk. Like I say I just became jelly, have you ever had that? where you meet someone and they just make you feel and behave like jelly?

….