My hope is that someday, I can look back on past relationships and think that they were useful. Every encounter I face should be a learning experience and I want to take away something from every person I date to better myself.
On my birthday back in March, my first ex sent me a Facebook message wishing me a happy birthday. I didn’t want it, and I wasn’t expecting it. In the past 2 1/2 years since we broke up, I think we only “spoke” five times. By spoke I mean text because we were purposefully excluding each other from our lives. It had taken me a year to finally forgive him for the way he ended things with me. I’m a bitter, spiteful human, and I wanted him to be miserable without me. I didn’t want to see him happy and I didn’t want to see him with anybody who wasn’t me.
But after all this time, and knowing that he has a girlfriend who he cares about, and seeing that he’s happy and having a good amount of time pass, I finally want him to be happy too. And I think he truly wants the same for me.
I thanked him for the birthday wish with a smile emoji attached and went on with my life, but the notion that I’d have to reciprocate the gesture plagued me until his birthday rolled around at the end of May. I didn’t want to wish him a happy birthday, because I didn’t want to have to keep up with the charade for the next 40 years. But I didn’t want to be mean either. After all, I loved this guy for a third of my life at one point.
So I messaged him on Facebook the day before his birthday and told him how I felt. I told him we didn’t have to keep on doing this. I wished him happiness in life and a happy birthday, but we don’t have to hold on to this old memory and drag it through the future. He replied with a thank you and told me he felt the same way.
And so that’s it with him. It’s over. Honestly, I’ll probably never see him again in my life. Different cities, different friends, different lives. And I’m okay with that. I finally have peace with that Dutch boy from grade 9 and I can breathe free and clear knowing that I hold no hard feelings on him or us.
My third ex and I took a hiatus from being friends for a couple months. I moved away, he found someone else, we attempted an open relationship, I freaked the hell out, and everything broke. But we reconnected over Christmas and since then everything has been okay, and I don’t really question it. He’s one of the most important people in my life and one of my best friends and I don’t ever want to have him out of my life.
He has a trans boyfriend and sometimes he comes to me for advice when said boyfriend is feeling down or confused about things like transitioning. I highly doubt that his boyfriend knows or cares that he does this, but I like that I’m the one he comes to, and I like that he knows he can. Even though it’s weird sometimes, I wouldn’t want another trans person to feel alone in this. Things with him will only continue to get better and I know he’ll be around for a long time.
I have this suspicion that I’ve been thinking about my second ex lately simply on the basis that I’ve been watching American Dad on Netflix the last couple days. We had a lot of shows, but that was our big one. There’s so many lines that I still hear in his voice and I know all the scenes he’d laugh at. That relationship wins without a doubt for giving me the least amount of closure. I haven’t had a word of contact with him since it ended and I had to force myself to be okay with that.
Eventually it got easier and I forget about him a little more each day, but the pain still remained because he hurt me so badly and I didn’t want him to be happy without me. I still don’t, really. I’ll wait for the day when I can finally breathe that one off, but it isn’t today. Some days I just wonder if he still thinks about me.
My fourth ex isn’t really my fourth because we were never really a couple. Even though I wanted to be, he didn’t want anything serious. I knew that from the start, but I’m a masochist so I let myself get so close to being in love with him until it almost destroyed me. If it wasn’t for the wall that I had to remember was built between the dimensions of our minds, I could’ve.
But so many stupid decisions and mistakes on my part that I still can’t forgive myself for. I put myself in danger because I wanted to think that it’d be us for longer … I just wanted to be his.
I went almost a month and a half without contacting him. I unfollowed him on Instagram, but still kept him on Facebook, though I turned off the notifications so I didn’t have to see his life. I wanted him to see mine though. I posted photos with old friends and new friends so he could see what I was up to. I wanted him to think that I was okay without him around.
But I’d only been repressing it. I probably still am. I haven’t even cried over him yet, though I feel it in my head behind my eyes, I want to, I just can’t. I don’t know why.
Yesterday morning as I lay in bed, I wrote a thought out and precise text of how I feel about him. I told him I couldn’t be his friend any more. Even though I want to be the good person and support him through his transition, I can’t right now. The pain of being without him, and the hatred I feel about myself in only situations he’ll understand, is still too raw. I told him I thought that I was falling in love with him. Feelings that I think he knew himself, but I’d never expressed outright. I told him I want him to be happy and I hope he figures out what he wants to do with his life. And I said “I love you” because it’ll be the only time I ever get to say it to him and I needed to get it out of my system. And it’s funny, as soon as I wrote it out on my phone, that stupid weight was lifted off my chest. I told him I was unfriending him on Facebook and deleting his number, and I did.
A part of me still wants him even though I know he isn’t healthy for me. I just want him to want me the way I wanted him.
I know it’ll take a while longer before I can fully form thoughts about him that don’t end in me wincing and shutting my eyes tight, but it’ll come. In the meantime, I’m meeting new people and going on new adventures, and learning that there’s never just one person.
There are so many people.
I just want to be a person that I can love and respect for the decisions and actions that I make in my life with the relationships around me.