Friday night | part 2.

So as you can imagine, I wasn’t in the best place for getting drunk. But I really didn’t care no more. I just wanted to have a good time and enjoy myself. Forget all about Alan for a few hours.

By 11pm when we went to the party I was pretty drunk. I still remember everything I did and said, but I was definitely drunk. Now comes the fun part.

One thing you need to know: when I’m drunk I talk to everyone. I don’t care whether they look at me awkwardly, I just love everybody when I’m drunk. And I dance, like there’s no tomorrow.
So a girl gave me some bracelets to give out and I did just that. I went over to 2 guys that I had been watching before and gave them a bracelet each. One of them – Doc – started to talk to me. He was very beautiful (he still is, even now that I am sober!) and smart. He turned out to be studying to become a doctor in the hospital close to my home. We talked for probably 2 hours (or maybe my time frame has been messed up). We danced and laughed and really just clicked. He talked to my friends as well. Of course my friends all came up and said I should grab him, but I wasn’t drunk enough to make a move. We did dance pretty closely, as in – I could actually smell his breath (that sounds so much worse than what I intended to). When we danced that closely we both looked away as not to get in that situation of a probably-kiss. Yet there were a few of those moments. The chemistry definitely was there. And I think if his friend hadn’t been so grumpy, he probably would have kissed me. It was just perfect.

Unfortunately his friend wasn’t a big fan of us talking so much. I could tell pretty early on that he was upset about being “alone”. At around 2ish o’clock he told him to go home. I really had hoped he would not go, but who am I to deny them to go home? So Doc came over and said “we’re going home now”. Fortunately I was drunk enough to ask him for his number. I was like “Can I have your number?”… and he looked at me and was like “ummmm…. yeah? I guess so” He seemed very shy about it, so I’m not sure whether he just didn’t want to dump me and say no, or if he was just surprised about me asking. Or maybe he had a girlfriend, but then he probably wouldn’t have danced with me like that. Or he was just really drunk.
But I really just wanted to be able and contact him. I didn’t even know his name until he typed it in my phone. Fortunately my friend knew his brother, so I got to his last name as well.

I texted him pretty soon after he left, to have a safe journey home. He texted back “thank you so much, same to you”. To which I replied (still pretty drunk) when I went home “thanks. Going home now as well. Cool to have met you”. It was 3.30am by then.
I did not get a reply so I figured he was already asleep. Haven’t gotten a text message all day today either. So of course my self-conciousness is kicking in. I know he’s way too beautiful to be with me. And he’s very intelligent. And has a nice body. I mean he’s a doc. Come on?!
But then he talked to me for so long last night. And we laughed a lot. Although I guess I made those moves of dancing closer. I’m not exactly sure. So I’m not sure whether he’s just not interested, busy or just forgot again? Maybe he was so drunk he forgot about me? I really can’t tell.

What should I do? Wait for him to text me? Text him in like a day to ask how he’s doing? I really don’t know. I would love to meet him again. He really seemed like a nice guy. And my friends were all over ‘us’ as well.
But he probably doesn’t even know my name. Why do I always forget to ask for names, when I meet someone new? Who even does that? *sigh*

I really am trying not to get my hopes up about this one.

Friday night | part 1.

It is so fascinating to me, how much can happen or change in just one single day.

I wish I could tell y’all that I’m over Alan. I really do. But I’m not. Not in the least.
He came home last Monday after yet another delayed flight. No surprises: He has not texted me so far. I had days when I felt like I got over him, and then the very next day I would feel that sadness again. Some days I had given up all hope of ever getting back together with him, the next day I would just imagine being with him – because there was no other choice in my mind than being with him.
This last week has been hard on me. Probably more so than whilst Alan being abroad. Because I always had excuses why he wouldn’t talk to me then. Now those reasons are gone, and it’s just his choice.

I talked to my acupuncturist about all of this and she said something very beautiful to me:

You know, there are good guys out there. The sad part is, that whenever you fall in love with a bad one, it makes you lose trust in ever finding a good one.

This completely hit home for me, because it was just how I felt. The days on which I had given up on Alan and I, felt like I would be alone forever. And also that there are no good guys out there. Simply because I had thought so well of Alan in the beginning. He really did make me feel like he was the one. Obviously I was very wrong about this.

So. Turn in story.
For the longest time a few friends and I had decided to go to a party on Friday (yesterday). I was looking forward to getting tipsy and just forget about Alan for a few hours. But when Friday came, I woke up and I just knew it wouldn’t be a good day. I really didn’t want to go out and celebrate, yet I knew I had promised everyone I would come.
When I finally got myself ready and went to the train, I left Alan a message on snapchat. I told him to stay safe in the weather we’re currently experiencing – knowing that he’s outside for the whole weekend. I just wanted to let him know, that I still think of him and still care. I don’t know what exactly I had expected of him afterwards, but it was more than what I got. He replied pretty quickly, which surprised me. At first I didn’t want to read it, but then I knew it would be wrong to do it once I was tipsy/drunk. Me drunk texting is always bad. So I opened it, and all I got was a simple “thank you 🙂 “. Nothing else. Not asking how I was. Or “you, too”. Nothing.
And at that moment I knew things were done for real. That I would not get an answer ever. That he had long given up on us.

Now the real problem started. I knew that if I would get drunk, I’d be ugly crying about this. Whenever I am already sad and then drink, it just doesn’t end well. One friend I met up with, maybe saw me for 5 seconds and asked “what is wrong?”. But I knew if I would have to talk about it now, I’d already start crying.
However, it didn’t take long anyway. My friends saw that something was wrong, whenever I would zone out during dinner and think about how Alan has been treating me. At some point one friend asked me how things were with Alan. And I started crying. Everybody was having fun, laughing. So I felt really really stupid. Fortunately it didn’t last long, because said friend made me laugh right after. Everybody knows the story, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

My friend held out her glass with alcohol – and I very gladly accepted it. Because I wanted those feelings to go away.

Alan’s coming back!

I should have updated you a while ago, I’m sorry. However I have found this new app “lyf” that has literally saved my life! (It’s an app you can open up a journey and just post like on a blog just smaller, but people can write comments and follow each journey by itself and so on. It really is great for (instant) support!)

So some things have been happening over the last 2 weeks. First of all I got my results of my cervix biopsy back, which turned out to be much worse than they had expected. So I need to get part of it taken out in a month, because the dysplasia has a high chance of turning cancerous. So that sucks.

Yesterday I went to Mr. Cucu’s house and on the way there I put the letter in the mailbox of Alan. I was musing whether to still “send” it or not, because after a very long talk with my mother last week, I realised that I really don’t want to be with him anymore. No matter how much he would try to get me back (which he won’t, I’ve known him good enough for that – or I’d be VERY surprised), he left me hanging for almost 2 months, not once asking how I was doing or apologising for what he’s done or anything. He didn’t even ask back about the results of my smear test, although I told him over 2 months ago! And I also told him how upset I was about him not asking about it. He still didn’t after that! So that’s just horrible, really. Anyway.

Alan is coming home today. I don’t know when exactly, as his flight got delayed again (I saw it on his snapchat, we haven’t talked in over 1.5 weeks since I deleted his number). So I don’t know when he will read that letter.
It ended up getting big – 7 pages big. I wrote a lot about how he made me feel the last few weeks and how I felt in the beginning. And also what I had hoped he would have done instead of how he reacted. I also said that he has made it very easy on himself, leaving that letter at home and just ignoring the problems at hand (did I mention that he hasn’t even read the “breakup” letter and just left it at home and went abroad for 3 weeks? So yeah). I also told him why I reacted the way I did and so on. I know, in the end this just made me that much more vunerable to him. But really? As my heart has shut off in that week whilst he didn’t dare text me (after I told him I will delete his number for the very reason of me not being able to text him again).
It is weird, because I haven’t added another page since this week. I wrote one right after I deleted the number and he didn’t text for a couple of days. When I still had hope left. But I figured why put any more effort into it than I already have, when there’s not going to come back anything at all? But now that I can’t change it anymore, I kind of feel weird. Because the last part was about me waiting on him and blah. And really, so much has changed about my feelings in just a short week. But as I said, as I don’t expect him to make any kind of move or change, it really doesn’t matter. And I might as well tell him in his face, if he decides to have enough courage to see me one more time (he won’t, really!).

I told myself already last week, that if he’s not going to text me (or whatever) until the end of the week, I’m done for good. I mean, I’m already pretty much done, but I would love to just make things straight and explain to him what he’s done to me. But also give him the chance to make up for all the faults he’s done. But I just have this feeling that I will not hear back from him that soon. And I’m okay with it.
Really. I’ve had almost 2 months now to be okay with us breaking up, and I guess it has been enough time for me to shut down. Also seeing the reaction of my friends, who all told me that he will never be able to communicate… it just proved my point, without me having to say it out loud.

I will keep you updated if he choses to talk to me. Otherwise – next one! 🙂

love for Mr. Cucu

On a whole other note, and much more positive for once: Mr. Cucu.

I’m looking into holidays with him again in just 24 days. And I am so happy about it. I’m happy because I know we get along perfectly. That 2 weeks with him away from all the pain and stress at home, will be the perfect time-out. I’m so glad I decided to go, no matter what Alan had said back then. Because I would be completely lost now without Mr. Cucu.

My mom asked me today, why I had been calling him Mr. Cucu (she doesn’t even remember his real name) and I thought back to the good old days, when everything started. And then she had that look on her face. I know her well enough by now, to know what it means. It was the face of “oh my daughter is in love with that guy”. Which….

I’m not.

I mean. Every time something does go wrong in my love life, I do think that Mr. Cucu would be the perfect boyfriend (I actually always think about this). And today when I have been reading back on all the old posts about him, I had to chuckle a little bit. Little did I know 5 years ago, he would become such a big and important part of my life. Even back then, when he wasn’t that close to me, I knew how perfect he’d be and how terrified I was to actually lose him by trying to date him.
5 years later, and I’m still standing at the same exact spot. Our friendship has developed. He’s the best friend I could ever ask for. We have been talking about our breakups, our heartbreak, but still can be silly together. I have not once in my life had a fight with him. He never got on my nerves, even when we spent 24/7 together for 2 weeks. Not once. And I cannot say this about anyone else in my life.

We always are joking about getting married one day. I just wish I could really joke about it, and deep down not wish for it to come true. If I’d know I would not ruin our friendship, I would have long ago made a move on him. But I am absolutely terrified of losing him. And I guess that’s why – for the last 5+ years – I have been able to ignore my feelings – or whatever you may call them. I am not actually in love with him, but I also am not allowing myself to. I love him. I truly deeply love him from the bottom of my heart. But as a friend. And the wish to be able and love him as my boyfriend, has always and probably always will be there.

Just a few thoughts on that. Don’t know where that came from.

optimism.

After last post, I figured I had to let you know that I am still very much alive. I cried myself to sleep that night, but it did me well. (Although I still haven’t heard from him ever since)

I don’t know where the tears came from, but it was freeing. You know how people tell you that crying is freeing? It really is. I haven’t cried in so long, that I was wondering what was wrong with me. I’m not a huge crier at all, don’t get me wrong. But the sadness I had felt over the last couple of weeks was bound to make me cry, but I never did cry. I felt the tears in my mind, but not in my eyes. Since that night I’ve been waking up with tear stains down my face in the morning, not remembering that I cried… so there’s that.

However. Ever since that crying disaster, I have been feeling a lot better. I am not sure for what reason. Probably for the lack of time thinking about him. Maybe because I have continued that letter I am sending to him (and yes I decided to send it. One last try to make this work). Some part probably is, because writing that letter made me have some (last) hope. I had been daydreaming about him finally understanding what this was all about. And getting a last conversation to make it all clear to him and working through this. Together. Another part probably is, having finally understood, that there is nothing to be sad about. If he doesn’t want to be with me and fight through this, he is not worth my sadness over him. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be too much work for him to fight for me (for the little outcome he gets). Yet there still is that tiny sparkle of hope left. But we’ll see, I guess. I’ve had the longest time to accept this, maybe I finally did.

Either way, things will move forward – one way or the other. And I need to accept this and be happy. Either with or without him.

I’m sure once this is all gone for good. Like, once he’s back home (which by the way is in a week) and does not reply to my letters or doesn’t want to work through this, the sadness will return. But then the healing can start, because there’s nothing left to do. I’ve done all I possibly can.
My friend told me yesterday that I’ve done way too much to save this relationship. And I know that I have. But I do not want to have to ask myself in the future, why I hadn’t tried everything to save this relationship. Maybe once he’s back, I don’t even want this anymore. Who really knows? My emotions have been all over the place for the last 5 weeks. What else is bound to happen to me? Seriously though. Alan has showed me love again, when I had lost all hope of ever getting that feeling again. We’ve had a wonderful 2 months and I will forever treasure those moments in me. So there’s nothing lost. I’d had a good time with him. If it’s not meant to be, so be it. I have found my purpose in life over the last 5 weeks, which is accepting that I cannot rely my life on finding a man and create a family. I have found that purpose in my work. Helping others. That’s all I can do for now. Everything else I will figure out whilst on the way.

Broken

I guess the final breakup has really settled in now. I have been emotionless all day. A first reminder of a beginning depression episode. And now I am crying over it. I am crying for no reason. I started crying because of a TV show, and all of a sudden I am crying about all my failures and faults in my entire life.

I knew he would not text me again. Not after my confessions. Not after telling him that our relationship lays in his hands from now on. I have finished the letter today. The one I had been writing on since I came back from holidays. Because I knew I would not be able to do so, once I realised he was gone for good. I knew I needed to write the words down before the tears came. And now they’re here. I am so sad. I don’t even know what about. There hasn’t been much more lost than 4 weeks ago. But it hurts that much more to let the breakup in my heart. Let it shatter the pieces that have been mended for a short amount of time. It hurts all over again. No matter how much I told myself I would be okay. That I probably wouldn’t even want this relationship anymore. My heart has broken again today. Realising that he’s gone. Really gone.

Another failed relationship? My obviously failure of keeping anyone close? Of not pushing them away after a few months? Of having a family? Of loving someone? Of not being important to anyone in my miserable life? I do not know what exactly hurts this much. But I can feel physical pain by now. And I have been wishing to just not be here anymore. I can’t get through another heartbreak. How many more times? I can’t do this any longer. I’m broken.

failed attempt to save anything.

That guy actually amazes me. Unfortunately in a negative way.

I think I’ve mentioned in my last post, that I had written him a message at 4am in the morning that I needed some kind of answer of him. As I said I did not get an answer although he’d been online on facebook and instagram. He did say later on, that his WhatsApp wasn’t functioning properly, which is bullshit. If the internet hadn’t worked, the message wouldn’t have gotten through straight away. But who am I to blame him for lying. There are other problems.

So last night he had the guts to finally reply, woop. What he said made me laugh and cry at the same time:

I don’t have your letter with me and as I’ve said before, I have not read it to the end yet, because I didn’t feel like I could do it. Considering all of this I don’t think a relationship would be able to bloom, if our communication is gonna be mainly by texting. More often than not tedious misunderstandings have come out of this and I fear this will be continuing… right now I don’t know what you think about this, as I don’t have your letter with me – sorry. What do you think about this?

As said, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Our communication was mainly by texting, because he didn’t have the guts to talk to me face to face. He was the one to deny coming over. He just said “okay” or talked about something else when I did mention our problems. So how can he put the blame on me now? Also there have never been any misunderstandings, rather him not reading what I actually wrote and getting angry about nothing at all. Not doing what I asked him to do, and then me getting mad at this. If he thinks those have been misunderstandings… oh well.

And who even does that? Going away on a trip, not reading a letter your exgirlfriend sent you or at least taking with you, if you don’t have the guts to read it at that moment?! I would have never done this. How can one just shut off his brain for 3 weeks? That’s just insane and proves how emotionally unavailable he is.

I replied. Of course I did.

Okay. If you don’t see any future in this… then so be it.

If I wouldn’t have had any more hope – or however you want to call this – I would have not tried to talk to you any longer after my letter. For some reason I have once more written a 3-paged-letter by now, which in this case I will not send to you.
I really don’t know anymore what to think, feel or hope for. The only thing I know is, that this situation is depressing me and hurts (and I don’t mean this to sound like an accusation). In one way not to know what is going on, on the other side not being able to do anything about it. For me it’s really hard – and that’s what I wrote in the letter – that you have completely shut off for the last 2 weeks. So far that I can’t even tell if you even have any feelings left.

But whatever. You don’t want to talk about this by text, which I do understand. So yeah… enjoy the rest of your trip.

And let’s guess once more what happened?

Yeah right. Nothing.

He has been online this far. Didn’t feel the need to say anything about this anymore. But who am I kidding? I didn’t even expect him to.
And I’m done. I’m just so done with all of this. Why should I even bother trying to save a relationship that means all the work lays on my side? If he had really loved me, he would have tried to save something. Not just accepted the fact that I ended things. But as a friend of mine said yesterday: “this just proves one more time: having a high IQ doesn’t mean you have any social ability to communicate”

I’m gonna delete his number, so not to have a chance to text him any longer. And I will tell him beforehand that I will. If he can’t end things for real, I need to shut off any way to communicate with him.