Facebook brings out the stalker in me, shows me my inner scanner. My ex of 7 years and I play a teeter totter game of stay together or dont. We have always played this game, one foot in one foot out. I must either commit to loving this person till the day one of us dies or commit to never talking again; the metaphorical death. Well today is the day she makes her choice, tomorrow is the day I find out and make mine.
I suppress the urge to feed doubts and angers that I harbor. The counselor has promised that the future can only continue in the absence of these feelings. We wont leave the hatchet half buried; we wont even keep the hatchet. We are filled with the possibilities of what could be, no longer trapped by what has been. Yet they lurk in me, emotional zombies who take every chance to emerge, excite and panic. Problems I havent been able to rid myself of, grievances never to be recognized.
We broke up after a particularly hard session, where we bared our whole soul the counselor said, the stresses of my life coming head to head with hers and neither of us having the energy to hold on. That was almost two months ago.
Three weeks ago we got back in counseling and she started with the casual complaints, I miss cuddling, I could use a back rub, at the height she even broke down and professed to not having had any physical contact with anyone else. I took these as signs she wanted to get back together, I always do. I have been in this up and down roller coaster for going on almost 8 years and its been on and off, way more on than off but some hard offs.
Two weeks ago she started slapping down the hard line of not getting back together but the cuddliness jumped up. I miss touching you I have been hornier than usual lately Its always this time in the break up that I really miss the sex, talk about one area we never had problems. She talks about how she has no faith in our relationship or things getting better, but she holds my hand the hour and a half round trip. She asks for endless hugs and eyes my lips till I get the signal, even when I try to play dumb. This is the part in the relationship I give in. Games of kisses on the neck during traffic turn into full on make out at red lights. She is always ready to walk away before it gets too hot. A full night worth of sexual texts follow, like clockwork.
The counselor told us, Either forever together or forever apart but there can be no in-between. Her determination to stay apart echoed in my heart that I was also going to lose my best friend. Ill call you next week and talk to you individually. Ill call you last Sean, but were all going to be making decisions
After last weeks session it quickly turned from tears and hard decisions to comforting embrace. We didnt even have a playful dinner or teased each other like young love. She just cried out for me in tears and I came. I met her hug and she forced her lips onto mine. Her hot tears streamed down our faces and the game started again with new zeal.
Fierce doubts and unwavering determination gave way to fiery kisses and powerful declarations of love. We tore at each others clothes like a child might claw his wrapping paper on Christmas morning. We prowled around neighborhoods looking for a spot dark enough, secluded enough. Public sex wasnt new, but never in a carnever in a graveyard. We chuckled as we said that both were on our lists of things we hadnt done. For over an hour we celebrated life in a place of death. We laid there holding each other, crammed in our coffin of passion neither willing to let go of the other. Hours could have passed in the satisfying silence.
The rest of the night wasnt different. Texts like we were back together, a good night call, watching the same thing on Netflix at the exact same time. The call was filled with wants: to hold, to touch, to be near, to kiss and ended with us falling asleep on the phone neither of us willing to hang up.
I told myself, dont get your hopes up. When she has made up her mind she would rather be miserably wrong than admit defeat. Youve never been able to compete with her ideas.
I put the hopeless in hopeless romantic.
I meant to post that last night after my phone conversation.
Turns out it was just break up sex...
I suppress the urge to feed doubts and angers that I harbor. The counselor has promised that the future can only continue in the absence of these feelings. We wont leave the hatchet half buried; we wont even keep the hatchet. We are filled with the possibilities of what could be, no longer trapped by what has been. Yet they lurk in me, emotional zombies who take every chance to emerge, excite and panic. Problems I havent been able to rid myself of, grievances never to be recognized.
We broke up after a particularly hard session, where we bared our whole soul the counselor said, the stresses of my life coming head to head with hers and neither of us having the energy to hold on. That was almost two months ago.
Three weeks ago we got back in counseling and she started with the casual complaints, I miss cuddling, I could use a back rub, at the height she even broke down and professed to not having had any physical contact with anyone else. I took these as signs she wanted to get back together, I always do. I have been in this up and down roller coaster for going on almost 8 years and its been on and off, way more on than off but some hard offs.
Two weeks ago she started slapping down the hard line of not getting back together but the cuddliness jumped up. I miss touching you I have been hornier than usual lately Its always this time in the break up that I really miss the sex, talk about one area we never had problems. She talks about how she has no faith in our relationship or things getting better, but she holds my hand the hour and a half round trip. She asks for endless hugs and eyes my lips till I get the signal, even when I try to play dumb. This is the part in the relationship I give in. Games of kisses on the neck during traffic turn into full on make out at red lights. She is always ready to walk away before it gets too hot. A full night worth of sexual texts follow, like clockwork.
The counselor told us, Either forever together or forever apart but there can be no in-between. Her determination to stay apart echoed in my heart that I was also going to lose my best friend. Ill call you next week and talk to you individually. Ill call you last Sean, but were all going to be making decisions
After last weeks session it quickly turned from tears and hard decisions to comforting embrace. We didnt even have a playful dinner or teased each other like young love. She just cried out for me in tears and I came. I met her hug and she forced her lips onto mine. Her hot tears streamed down our faces and the game started again with new zeal.
Fierce doubts and unwavering determination gave way to fiery kisses and powerful declarations of love. We tore at each others clothes like a child might claw his wrapping paper on Christmas morning. We prowled around neighborhoods looking for a spot dark enough, secluded enough. Public sex wasnt new, but never in a carnever in a graveyard. We chuckled as we said that both were on our lists of things we hadnt done. For over an hour we celebrated life in a place of death. We laid there holding each other, crammed in our coffin of passion neither willing to let go of the other. Hours could have passed in the satisfying silence.
The rest of the night wasnt different. Texts like we were back together, a good night call, watching the same thing on Netflix at the exact same time. The call was filled with wants: to hold, to touch, to be near, to kiss and ended with us falling asleep on the phone neither of us willing to hang up.
I told myself, dont get your hopes up. When she has made up her mind she would rather be miserably wrong than admit defeat. Youve never been able to compete with her ideas.
I put the hopeless in hopeless romantic.
I meant to post that last night after my phone conversation.
Turns out it was just break up sex...