20/02/2023
SHOULD YOU EVER END A RELATIONSHIP WITH A TEXT MESSAGE?
Well, this happened to me yesterday ā¦. I was seeing - or thought I was seeing as I now canāt be sure ā someone from my past. Weād nearly got together in 2011 after chatting on a dating app and then moving it over to Facebook. We had a great connection and so I was surprised when I returned from holidays that spring 12 years ago, to find his status reading āin a relationshipā and some photos of him smirking with a slightly manic looking girl with jet black hair, leaping in the air with ecstasy in a bright blue coat.
Fast forward and we got through that, spent a few years talking, including me counselling him through the ending of that relationship several years later when he couldnāt extricate himself from it. We touched base then in 2014 and it seems we were leading up to something, but it looks like this time I was the one to take flight. He later sent me a link to an album by Carole King, called Tapestry, saying that the whole album was about me. Having no wish to feel any worse, I managed to avoid listening to any of that.
We somehow came back into conversation and over the years wished each other well, congratulated each other on our birthdays, new jobs, and relationship statuses.
Start of 2023, we begin talking again and I mention how sorry I am, that I believe I let him down in the past and feel bad about something I canāt quite remember. His memory is scarily clear. He remembers kissing me passionately in a pub. I honestly told him I did not remember that at all! He imparted that he would be coming to see me this year and how much I was on his mind and that he felt we could almost have skipped the last decade of failed relationships if heād just decided on me in the first place rather than the manic looking girl.
So, we met two weeks ago. We looked pretty much the same but older of course. He was very complimentary about me ā post menopause with now natural long browny-blond hair (caramel if I was to be nice to myself) and a more ample waistline and bosom, I donāt really see myself as all that attractive. But M looked at me with what I took to be disbelieving glances of admiration and love. The weekend developed. Despite my nervousness, I allowed myself to be seduced and then re-initiated into the most amazing experience of sexual connection and communion. From a deep ambivalence (because of a collection of factors ā geography, life phases, transition etc.), I was now fully invested. And he was too. Well, I thought so!
He had to leave in the morning, and I miss him when I come home to the house later on. But my weekend has changed me. Iām suddenly alive again, looking at my clothes and jewellery and experimenting a bit and feeling like Iām awake again to colour, vibrancy, beauty. He doesnāt write back all that soon but when I hear from him, heās kind and reassuring. We speak twice on the phone the following weekend and I am further reassured. All seems well.
Then there is a rupture in our communications, and I discover that he has become ill ā it sounds like flu or covid ā and heās aching all over, fluāy, sleepy, restless, exhausted. I send some messages and say how sorry I am and wish him well and hope he can find something to ease the symptoms.
The messages slowly fizzle out. There is a āIām sorry, Iāve been rubbish, but Happy Valentineās Dayā. No flowers or anything and I donāt know his address so I canāt send him any.
The week wears on and less comes through; I tailor my messages accordingly, and then receive a āThank you for your concernā. Perhaps that is the warning I miss.
I speak to a friend, and we surmise how being ill can make us feel and how men are wired up differently; whilst we might think we must be in touch, perhaps this man (or men!) is inclined to focus on getting well rather than anything else.
Sunday morning ā its sunny, one of my cats is stretching out luxuriantly in the sun and my dog lies golden under the window. I sit in my pyjamas, happy about last nightās dancing (Iām a seasoned partner dancer and have been to a nice chilled out evening freestyle). And then there is a message ā¦. M C in purple on messenger. āIām sorry, Iāve been thinking whilst Iāve been ill ⦠Iāll just come out and say it, I canāt do another long-distance relationship. Donāt hate me, I hope youāre okayā and two kisses.
What!!! No discussion, no courtesy phone call, no real explanation. Iām not āanother long-distance relationshipā ā Iām the one, no? Shouldnāt we have always been together? Am I somehow being blamed for all the ācrazy exāsā in the meantime, who lived in Surrey and Cheddar Gorge and Eastbourne. Excuse me, but where am I in this?
I am shocked. I write back and say, āWell, I do feel exploited, actually. That wasnāt kind what you did.ā I feel I have allowed myself to trust and be vulnerable and now a swift change of mind, with no discussion, and Iām supposed to just stay silent and accept this? I add some other remarks, thanking him for being clear and the point above about not being identified as just a ālong-distancerā. I ask him why he did not make a point of being brave enough to phone? āPersonally I think this was something special and you ought to have been braver. But you do you and Iāll stay in the flow of my life.ā I write lastly.
No reply comes
20 mins later, I think FFS, Iāll phone him. He can take one call at least.
No reply to messenger.
No reply to his mobile but there is a facility to leave a message, so I leave one.
My voice isnāt fully level. I say how upset I am and surprised and that it doesnāt make sense to me.
I ask him to be in touch within the hour to talk at least.
I say that if I donāt hear from him, Iāll go ahead and delete all contact with him, and I ask him to never call me again.
Lastly, I ask him to never ever do this to another person ever again.
And then I ring off.
A while later, a message, āIām driving an ambulance until 10 pm tonight so I canāt call back.ā
Right, so you left a text for me and thought āthatāll doā and then went and occupied your guilt in being busy, did you?
I reply, āokay, but would you be willing to talk later?ā
No reply within an hour, so M C gets deleted. Iāve never done this before, and it feels so much cleaner and somehow spacious.
The next day I resist looking at my phone for a while, but there is no attempted call or contact from him when I do look.
I canāt unblock him now, so it appears I must now accept the finality of my actions and begin to process my grief and my complex feelings. I wonder: Have I been duped? Was this a revenge thing? Did he plan this just to hurt me?
Nothing seems too far-fetched because there is no explanation that fits the content. Iām left speculating and obviously trying hard not to. What was going through his mind? Why would anyone do this to someone? Did he not realise that having split with my long-term partner only a few months ago, that I was bound to be a bit fragile?
So many questions ā¦
I find it hard to concentrate today, but remembering the feeling of space and clarity, at lunchtime I spend a little time deleting some other more questionable people off my FB and phone, including the ex that I mentioned above. It feels GOOD!
For me, it will now be about processing the raw feelings of rage and unfairness, alongside extracting the essence of beauty and ripeness and the flow of life, that I am also paradoxically left with from this entanglement. The younger parts of me would love to polarise this and call him out as the ābaddieā, but we were both in this and it is the relationship with me that has been rejected, rather than me.
Personally, I do think it is his mistake ā what I thought we had is very rare, and this much I know, hard to come by. But if it must be traded in for a relationship nearer home, then he is the one that has to live with that.
So, to answer my own question, I donāt believe a text is a good way to end things, (even things that havenāt even begun!), but there is a lot you can do on your side if it happens to you, as I hope Iāve shown. You can find your voice and say what you need to. Even talking into the void is voicing your needs in this. You can take actions that feel congruent. And you can separate yourself from the toxicity of their decision (even though itās not toxic to them, it is to you). By knowing what belongs where, you can emerge from something personal and painful and release yourself from them. It may be hard to trust next time, but the main thing for me is to absorb the learning and keep my heart open and my mind clear.
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