You hurt me deeply. I don’t know where to start. I’m so lost for words. I’m scrambled. All I know is that it hurts a lot.
It hurts that you deceived me. The way you lied about having a dinner with your faculty was so easy for you. I believed you wholeheartedly and I only caught you because I texted one of ur classmates, otherwise you would have kept the lie. You mentioned this GPG dinner several times during the week convincingly and I believed you. Then to find out you deceived me in order to meet up with another classmate of yours. Why? Are u interested in someone else? It’s not even that though, but the facility with how you lied to my face. That was so deceptive. And why? We were doing good. I was waiting patiently for you at home dressed up, thinking that maybe we could spend sometime together that night after not spending any time together during the week. You kept on saying how busy you were going to be and instead of wanting to spend those few available hours with me, you lie to me and meet up with someone else at a bar until 1 am and then fabricate some lie how you were with your classmates going to the faculty dinner. Oh that hurt. Initially on Friday, before I knew about the lie, what hurt was that I was there waiting for you around 9. You said the dinner would go from 7 – 10, so I thought a professor dinner can’t run that long and maybe we could spend time together when you got home. I was dressed up and cleaned up waiting for you. Remember too, that I was waiting the whole week for Friday night in order to spend time with you. Here I am in San Antonio, lost, without any friends, without anyone, trying to figure things out on my own. I spend all week alone, a lot of it in the apartment, with no interaction. I wait for those hours when we can do something together. I came here for you.
So there I am 9pm….ok maybe it’ll run until 10pm…10pm…11pm…nothing. No word from you. I kind of find this inconsiderate that you wouldn’t call me to give me a heads up that you’re running late……midnight….now my concern changes and I think this is very odd that a faculty dinner would go this late. I call you 5 times and send you text messages and no response from you. Now I’m worried for you. I text 2 of your classmates to see if the dinner went long and to get some reassurance that you’re ok.. I didn’t hear back from them. I figure ok, if I don’t hear or see you by 2am, I am calling the police. You get home at 1:15am and tell me the lie that you were with your classmates having drinks. Put yourself in my shoes there. That hurt. I was waiting for you, not just that night but all week. You get home and show ZERO remorse. I am just crestfallen. Here I am trapped in San Antonio in this apartment all week, by myself, with no one, trying to figure things out…..and my only lifeline has just deceided to go spend her few free hours of the week with her classmates (supposedly). I am hurt. Its worse because you show no concern. Now I have no one. I don’t know what to do or where to go, so I go sleep in the car.
The next day I continue to live this agony as you provide no explanation. I come home and you show little remorse. Maybe you don’t put yourself in my shoes. I am reeling. My life revolves around you. All I do is think about you. I come home and you don’t really care. You make one attempt to come and talk, but the conversation begins with clichés and not real concern or emotion. You don’t think you’ve done anything wrong. I am hurt and I don’t want any part of you, if you don’t show me something real. And you didn’t. So I shelled up. And then like I’m just another little thing on your checklist, you just leave me on the side, ignore me and go on about your other tasks. I’m knocked down on your priority list. You’ve done this often and it hurts everytime. I always wait for you to come to me, lovingly, to voice delicately how important this relationship is to you, how you love me, how you are really sorry about what you did and mostly sorry for how I can see I hurt you so much.
….but no…you do nothing of the sort. Instead I think you callously wait for me to make a move and say something, when its you that hurt me.
So you do nothing and this sentiment in me starts to build. Luckily, that day I decide to go out and actually have a good day walking around San Antonio. I’m able to momentarily separate myself somewhat from this pain. Then I come home and I’m faced with the reality once again and still I get nothing from you. You seem to be waiting for me to apologize for something????
And then just as I’m about to fall asleep, you come into the room and drop the bomb, that you really didn’t go to a faculty dinner last night, but rather went to have a secret date with someone. WHAT!? Huh?? I’m just so, so confused. Hurt. Why would you lie to me? And then the second thing you said, something like, and because you texted Ryan and Andrea, now this is gonna spread like wildfire and everyone in my group is going to know about this. So callous. No remorse. You basically just stabbed me in the heart repeatedly. Then you start talking about how you were meeting with someone else to talk about our relationship and then it’s just too much. There is an emotional void here. I cannot take it. I am spinning. I tell you to leave the room.
Why would you do this to me? Why would lie to me? Who is this person who is consoling you? Why do you need consoling after I came to San Antonio for you and was looking to start anew? We had a good few weeks. Now were you making this up too? I can never tell with you, what your bullshit is and what the truth is. But MORE THAN ANYTHING, the way you came into the room and just showed no empathy to me, before and after you delivered this news to me. That hurt. Again you left the room, and didn’t come back and pushed me back down the priority list of your tasks.
Meanwhile, I am reeling. I am in so much pain. With no one. Trapped in this 10×10 foot room. I have no one. My heart hurts. My head hurts. I begin to grieve again and my coping mechanism is alcohol. What else do I have to go to? I can’t talk to anyone,. I have no where to go. I need to slow my heart rate down, because I am going to have a heart attack. That’s what happens when I need a drink. My heart is just racing and I need to slow it down. You know that I started drinking in the last 2 years because it became the only way I could relieve the pain anytime that you hurt me. I hadn’t actually drank in a while, and that was one reason for the whole time off in the woods. You weren’t going to come to help me, so I had to help myself. This is something that I’ve come to learn and probably my biggest Achilles heel. I always want your help. I am crying for your help. My actions are all cries for help….but the person who I thought was closest to me, doesn’t come to help.
So yeah, I drank and I grieved and I drank and I grieved more. My heart has slowed some but I am still trapped and don’t know what to do. Thoughts race in my head about what to do, but the second I get too deep and think back to the deception, the lack of empathy, and the what else’s , I cry and my heart begins to swell again. I can’t do that anymore. So I drink with the purpose of trying to numb myself. How do I healthily process what just happened? By talking it out with you? You’ve shown already that you don’t care about me. You’re not my alllie and I’ve seen too much from you that I didn’t want to see. I am completely trapped and I cannot just compartamentilize it and move along like you. All I do is think about you and it swells my heart. So I continue drinking. I need ways to release this trapped and building emotion in me, so I begin kicking the ball in the closet. Then you finally appear, but no your concern is not for me, it is about the noise I’m making and that I may damage some of your precious stuff. Instead of console me, you come and take my ball which is providing me relief by kicking it (I know this sounds stupid, but its true and it explains my future actions) You take it because you say I’ll break something. Again all about things with you. I swear your possessions matter more to you, than the actual person. So I can’t take this lack of concern and I decide to smash a few plates and it felt good.
Now you finally have something to grasp at here, something to defend yourself, something to turn this whole ordeal around and make it about yourself now. Now you are scared and think I am going to hurt you because I smashed a few plates. Now all of a sudden you think I am this evil person, because I smashed some plates. You think I am going to hurt you. Why would I hurt you? I love you or at least used to love you. I am not an aggressive person, yes I yell and can get frustrated, but I have never touched you. And you should know that. Don’t you know me? I’m a soft hearted person.
The next day you come and tell me that you are scared of me and think I should go home. By now, its lost on you on how you left me at home until 1am by myself worrying about you. It’s lost on you how you lied to me for the whole week to spend sometime with some stranger doing who knows what. It’s lost on you how you continued on with your studies the next day, with me visibly upset right next to you, like nothing happened. This is all lost on you. Now all you have on your mind is how I smashed some plates and got drunk…..drinking because I was hurt by you.
And then you come in and wonder why I won’t talk. You say, “well won’t you at least say sorry”. Its too much. We are just way too far apart here. And this is how it goes.
I know these last 2 years have been tough, but if you think they’ve been tough on you, think about how tough they’ve been on me:
- I know your challenge is a physical and academic challenge. But you are doing something. Despite how hard school is, its school. You are learning something, making friends, challenging yourself daily. Me, I don’t have that challenge. In fact, quite the opposite. I was discontent with my job. So when you left, I was left alone. I don’t have any new friends to make. My friends are few and I would spend all my time with you and not them. So, my new world was working in a cubicle, mostly by myself from 9-5, to going home by myself. You can say you were by yourself too, but you weren’t because you were with people all day. Classmates, study groups and most of all you were busy with a singular goal. That fed you.
- Our conversations on the phone quickly turned into you venting to me about your day. I became your soundboard. More than ok. I was ok being a person who listened you out. That can be helpful. But I came to realize that you never cared to hear about my day. You rarely asked me about my day or really wanted to hear me talk. When I had problems, you were not the listener for me.
- 2013 was also a tough year because of the knee surgery I had. It was a long 9 months of surgery and recovery and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t be my active self anymore. Now instead of finishing work and playing basketball or working out to keep myself busy, I had to come home and did nothing. Also I gotta say, it did hurt me that at the beginning when I had the surgery, when I couldn’t get around and barely move, you never came and visited me. Instead I soon came and visited you in crutches. Remember I came and went to that Halloween party with you with your classmates.
- It also hurt when you wouldn’t invite me to your class events (formals, classmate weddings) and I would see pictures of your classmates with their significant others. Also, it hurt that you would go to Chicago with Mai and to Austin with Mai, when with me you, you told me you were too busy to spend time with.
I can go on all tell you about how I hated my job, how miserably routine my life got, about my loneliness, depression and discontent….But I realize that you never put yourself in my shoes. You think you are making the great sacrifice, but I lost a lot over these last 2 years.
There are not many things I look for in a woman, really there aren’t. I could live humbly in the outside world, but all I need is someone to love and someone that loves me. I need someone who is empathetic. If you initialize the love, affection, concern…..I will give it back a hundred fold. You know I’m a hopeless romantic deep down inside. That’s all I need. I can do the rest. But I don’t get any empathy from you. I feel a coldness and it hurts. You made me very happy and I was my best self for many years. At the beginning, it really felt like all we needed was each other. I supported you and consoled you when you lost your job. I helped you and fully supported the idea you had to go back to school. I researched DAT books for you, helped you with your essays, provided encouragement when you didn’t get a good DAT score on a practice exam. I could see how good this could be for you. I never thought about myself or for how this would work out for us. I wanted it for you and I was 100% on board.
Anyways, I’m sure you’ll compartamentalize this, reprioritize, and move on quickly. You never had much vested. Now you want me to go. Where do I go? What do I do? I moved to San Antonio for you. I guess that’s for me to figure out.