Feral
03-26-2009, 05:54 AM
So here's a long story-
In January of 2008, my husband and I ended up separating. We had some problems, but even today I won't say those were any sort of huge problem, at least not the sort of which you get a divorce over. I was baffled for a long time as to why such small things could have pulled us apart. And then I found out what my supposed best friend had been up to.
My best friend of seven years, who incidentally was my first love, ex fiance years ago. He was also married, and he had a daughter in November of 2007. My friend had a very strong personality, and was an absolute genius. He is still one of the only people who has really ever understood me, and been able to keep up with me mentally. He was a master of manipulation, he could get just about anyone to do anything... except for me, which he got a kick out of. My husband, however, is not so strong willed. In fact, he's very impressionable, and buys into the opinions of others very, very easily.
It seems my friend never quite got over me. He was dangerous, as he had the trust of both me and my husband, and he was very, very good at playing us. All the while he was telling my husband horrible things about me, and telling me that my husband was saying horrible things about me, while still throwing in something favorable every once in awhile to keep my spirits up.
Time went on, I moved on and got a boyfriend. My husband's girlfriend who he had been seeing moved in with him. We both tried moving on, futilely. My boyfriend was a great guy, and a perfect test. He was pretty much everything I could have wanted in a man, but I couldn't bring myself to have the same sort of passion I had entertained for my husband, which I felt to be terribly unfair to nice boyfriend, and myself. So I left him in the middle of the summer, intent on either getting my husband back, or resigning to a life of peaceful solitude.
Last November, my husband sends me this Myspace message in a drugged up stupor (he had just had his wisdom teeth taken out), saying a lot of the things I knew he had been wanting to say (he's fairly easy to read, but he's also a chicken when it comes to talking about hard things). From there, we started exploring the possibility that we might be able to get back together. But he was still with his girlfriend, and he was afraid that if he broke it off with her and got back with me, we'd end up just breaking up again a year down the road.
During that time, my friend made his move. He wanted me back. From thousands of miles away, he worked me right into position. He left his wife and daughter. I almost went with it, as he had slyly broken down my resolve for my husband just enough for me to not really care what happened to myself. But I told my friend that no matter where my body might be, I could never be his again. I had promised myself to someone else, and signing some papers wouldn't bring any of that back. It took awhile for him to get that idea through his head, but when he did, he figured he didn't want anything else to to with me. He was terrified of being alone, and so he tried going back to his wife. She pretty much told him to fuck off (the only time I've ever entertained any real respect for her), and so he went and joined the army.
So after all of that, I'm still working on my husband. We send a lot of letters and text messages. Come February, I couldn't take any more. He lacked the testicles to break up with his girlfriend. So I let her log in to my inbox, and read the treasures therein.
I knew the next series of events. I sent the message on February 12th. I had told him I was going to send it, but knew he wouldn't ever act on it. I knew that I was going to break her heart, and I knew he was going to be extremely pissed. I knew I had a month before he was going to cool down and contact me. So I left him alone.
That letter that I sent to her was the last bit of fight I had left in me. Again, I knew it would be a month before I could continue, but I lost the will to continue. I gave up. Lo and behold, a month and a week later (Saturday), he stops by. He talks for three hours straight. His girlfriend (who it turns out is a crazy, abusive alcoholic) is moving out on April 15th. Now, after being separated for over a year, he's finally willing to try to start over again.
Then he came over again on Tuesday and we had some lunch. Then we had some other things that neither of us expected at all. I only put this in because I thought it was pretty funny... we're about to rip each other's clothes off, and I ask him if he's going to be ok with this or if he's going to get in trouble for it (they're technically broken up, but crazy bitch is CRAZY). His response- "Trouble? Get in trouble by my mistress on whom I'm cheating with my wife, who I'm divorcing though with the hope of getting back together with?"... well, when you put it that way...
So now, to the point!
Now that I've spent so much energy trying to get to this point, I have no idea where to go from here. I'm very used to being alone. I'm not really good with people. I have no idea how to date. In fact, the way we got together in the first place was we just kind of ended up sleeping together. It's not what we intended but that part is done (well, there wasn't any actual sleeping).
Problem is, when I gave up, I gave up everything. I trust absolutely no one, and I stopped myself from fully feeling anything. Now that I try, it doesn't really come. I'm planning on getting some sort of counseling to try to rationalize myself into having a semi-normal range of emotions again, so hopefully that will do something. I had held on until February, which was hard enough. I couldn't hold it any longer. If it weren't for the fact that I had already spent so much time on this and gone through so much pain, I would have let go much sooner.
(long story made short, I've been separated from my husband now for over a year, after much trying and much drama he's finally willing to try to give things another shot)
But what the hell do I do now?
If I can't learn something from my own experience, I usually try to draw from someone else's, but I don't know of anyone who's ever been in this situation before, at least not like this. Most people just tell me that I'm crazy or stupid and I can do better. I don't deny any of this, as I may be crazy and stupid, but 'better' is a subjective term. He's not perfect, but no one is. I can't feel the way I did about him with anyone else, and I have absolutely no desire to try with anyone else. We do have a child together, and we both want to be together for him as well as us. We really did have a great relationship before we allowed ourselves to be pulled apart.
So he wants to start over, fresh. Which I agree with, and was what I was trying to get him to do all along. But I don't know how to date or any of that crap. My ideas seem generic.
Anyone have any ideas on how to kick-start this properly?
In January of 2008, my husband and I ended up separating. We had some problems, but even today I won't say those were any sort of huge problem, at least not the sort of which you get a divorce over. I was baffled for a long time as to why such small things could have pulled us apart. And then I found out what my supposed best friend had been up to.
My best friend of seven years, who incidentally was my first love, ex fiance years ago. He was also married, and he had a daughter in November of 2007. My friend had a very strong personality, and was an absolute genius. He is still one of the only people who has really ever understood me, and been able to keep up with me mentally. He was a master of manipulation, he could get just about anyone to do anything... except for me, which he got a kick out of. My husband, however, is not so strong willed. In fact, he's very impressionable, and buys into the opinions of others very, very easily.
It seems my friend never quite got over me. He was dangerous, as he had the trust of both me and my husband, and he was very, very good at playing us. All the while he was telling my husband horrible things about me, and telling me that my husband was saying horrible things about me, while still throwing in something favorable every once in awhile to keep my spirits up.
Time went on, I moved on and got a boyfriend. My husband's girlfriend who he had been seeing moved in with him. We both tried moving on, futilely. My boyfriend was a great guy, and a perfect test. He was pretty much everything I could have wanted in a man, but I couldn't bring myself to have the same sort of passion I had entertained for my husband, which I felt to be terribly unfair to nice boyfriend, and myself. So I left him in the middle of the summer, intent on either getting my husband back, or resigning to a life of peaceful solitude.
Last November, my husband sends me this Myspace message in a drugged up stupor (he had just had his wisdom teeth taken out), saying a lot of the things I knew he had been wanting to say (he's fairly easy to read, but he's also a chicken when it comes to talking about hard things). From there, we started exploring the possibility that we might be able to get back together. But he was still with his girlfriend, and he was afraid that if he broke it off with her and got back with me, we'd end up just breaking up again a year down the road.
During that time, my friend made his move. He wanted me back. From thousands of miles away, he worked me right into position. He left his wife and daughter. I almost went with it, as he had slyly broken down my resolve for my husband just enough for me to not really care what happened to myself. But I told my friend that no matter where my body might be, I could never be his again. I had promised myself to someone else, and signing some papers wouldn't bring any of that back. It took awhile for him to get that idea through his head, but when he did, he figured he didn't want anything else to to with me. He was terrified of being alone, and so he tried going back to his wife. She pretty much told him to fuck off (the only time I've ever entertained any real respect for her), and so he went and joined the army.
So after all of that, I'm still working on my husband. We send a lot of letters and text messages. Come February, I couldn't take any more. He lacked the testicles to break up with his girlfriend. So I let her log in to my inbox, and read the treasures therein.
I knew the next series of events. I sent the message on February 12th. I had told him I was going to send it, but knew he wouldn't ever act on it. I knew that I was going to break her heart, and I knew he was going to be extremely pissed. I knew I had a month before he was going to cool down and contact me. So I left him alone.
That letter that I sent to her was the last bit of fight I had left in me. Again, I knew it would be a month before I could continue, but I lost the will to continue. I gave up. Lo and behold, a month and a week later (Saturday), he stops by. He talks for three hours straight. His girlfriend (who it turns out is a crazy, abusive alcoholic) is moving out on April 15th. Now, after being separated for over a year, he's finally willing to try to start over again.
Then he came over again on Tuesday and we had some lunch. Then we had some other things that neither of us expected at all. I only put this in because I thought it was pretty funny... we're about to rip each other's clothes off, and I ask him if he's going to be ok with this or if he's going to get in trouble for it (they're technically broken up, but crazy bitch is CRAZY). His response- "Trouble? Get in trouble by my mistress on whom I'm cheating with my wife, who I'm divorcing though with the hope of getting back together with?"... well, when you put it that way...
So now, to the point!
Now that I've spent so much energy trying to get to this point, I have no idea where to go from here. I'm very used to being alone. I'm not really good with people. I have no idea how to date. In fact, the way we got together in the first place was we just kind of ended up sleeping together. It's not what we intended but that part is done (well, there wasn't any actual sleeping).
Problem is, when I gave up, I gave up everything. I trust absolutely no one, and I stopped myself from fully feeling anything. Now that I try, it doesn't really come. I'm planning on getting some sort of counseling to try to rationalize myself into having a semi-normal range of emotions again, so hopefully that will do something. I had held on until February, which was hard enough. I couldn't hold it any longer. If it weren't for the fact that I had already spent so much time on this and gone through so much pain, I would have let go much sooner.
(long story made short, I've been separated from my husband now for over a year, after much trying and much drama he's finally willing to try to give things another shot)
But what the hell do I do now?
If I can't learn something from my own experience, I usually try to draw from someone else's, but I don't know of anyone who's ever been in this situation before, at least not like this. Most people just tell me that I'm crazy or stupid and I can do better. I don't deny any of this, as I may be crazy and stupid, but 'better' is a subjective term. He's not perfect, but no one is. I can't feel the way I did about him with anyone else, and I have absolutely no desire to try with anyone else. We do have a child together, and we both want to be together for him as well as us. We really did have a great relationship before we allowed ourselves to be pulled apart.
So he wants to start over, fresh. Which I agree with, and was what I was trying to get him to do all along. But I don't know how to date or any of that crap. My ideas seem generic.
Anyone have any ideas on how to kick-start this properly?