Met a girl on the internet seven years ago. Wonderful lass. Didn't want to do the whole long-distance thing. Kept trying to make things work with someone else at the time, too. For years she watched me from afar. Loved me from afar.
In 2007, after a string of really shitty events, I took off from this state and traveled for a couple of years. I just... traveled. Shoestring budget to say the least. I could fill a whole thread with how I made that happen, but here it's just setup, not body. So nevermind the details.
Along the way, I wound up meeting this girl. I always knew she had feelings for me, but it wasn't until I met her that I fell head over heels for her. We got a place together for a while. I met her parents. They loved me from the start. We moved back down here with the intention of going to college with her parents' blessing; you see, they're kind of rich as hell, and recognized that my poor upbringing prohibited me from much in the way of opportunity, so they offered it all to me in exchange for keeping their daughter happy and in school. (You see, she tried college once at 18 and wasn't ready. But with me, they figured, she would be.)
And they were right. For a while. Everything went well. Circumstances caused us to wait far longer than we had originally planned to start things up, but start things up we did. 2012 was in many ways my best year to-date for some time, because I was finally fulfilling my dream of going to college. If my grandmother (she raised me; she died in 2005) were around, she'd be so happy. So happy. She didn't have much, but she always wanted me to find a way.
I'm sure anyone reading can see where this story is headed. I have a medical condition, I guess. I've never liked to really admit it, but I have serious issues. I bottle myself up. I turn into a shell. And for the first time in my life someone loved me so, so very much and was my partner in all things, and I... blew it. I turned into a shell off and on for over a year, and it just... nuked her feelings for me. Turns out, you say "no" enough times (in multiple situations; I'm sure you can fill in the blanks, I assure you, most logical theories apply) and eventually, the other person says "no" right on back.
We had a cat. We never wanted children, but we had a cat. Beautiful thing. Our daughter in some ways. She cuddled up between us every night without fail. Without fail.
I had stability. Never before did I know what that felt like. And before the end, I fell madly in love with her again. I'll spare you the details on how it all went down, but suffice it to say, she made a mistake, owned up to me about it, promised me she still loved me, and I said one too many hurtful things and those last lingering feelings of hers to me, clinging on in hope that I would straighten up, popped like a balloon.
I don't have the cat anymore. I don't have the home anymore -- it was in her father's name and she feels awkward about sharing a small, cramped space with me right now, and I understand that. We were so close, you see. When I let us be so close. Heh.
I don't have the cat, the home, the stability. School starts Monday morning and I haven't even figured out quite how to get out there yet. I may have to drop a semester; I don't have a place to go. I've been down this road before, ages ago, before her. When I left the state, you see, for I had nothing and I desired... something. I came back with that something, with her. It's gone now and I feel so empty inside. So hollow, so helpless.
Thanks for listening. I don't expect any sagely advice, just... thanks for listening.
In 2007, after a string of really shitty events, I took off from this state and traveled for a couple of years. I just... traveled. Shoestring budget to say the least. I could fill a whole thread with how I made that happen, but here it's just setup, not body. So nevermind the details.
Along the way, I wound up meeting this girl. I always knew she had feelings for me, but it wasn't until I met her that I fell head over heels for her. We got a place together for a while. I met her parents. They loved me from the start. We moved back down here with the intention of going to college with her parents' blessing; you see, they're kind of rich as hell, and recognized that my poor upbringing prohibited me from much in the way of opportunity, so they offered it all to me in exchange for keeping their daughter happy and in school. (You see, she tried college once at 18 and wasn't ready. But with me, they figured, she would be.)
And they were right. For a while. Everything went well. Circumstances caused us to wait far longer than we had originally planned to start things up, but start things up we did. 2012 was in many ways my best year to-date for some time, because I was finally fulfilling my dream of going to college. If my grandmother (she raised me; she died in 2005) were around, she'd be so happy. So happy. She didn't have much, but she always wanted me to find a way.
I'm sure anyone reading can see where this story is headed. I have a medical condition, I guess. I've never liked to really admit it, but I have serious issues. I bottle myself up. I turn into a shell. And for the first time in my life someone loved me so, so very much and was my partner in all things, and I... blew it. I turned into a shell off and on for over a year, and it just... nuked her feelings for me. Turns out, you say "no" enough times (in multiple situations; I'm sure you can fill in the blanks, I assure you, most logical theories apply) and eventually, the other person says "no" right on back.
We had a cat. We never wanted children, but we had a cat. Beautiful thing. Our daughter in some ways. She cuddled up between us every night without fail. Without fail.
I had stability. Never before did I know what that felt like. And before the end, I fell madly in love with her again. I'll spare you the details on how it all went down, but suffice it to say, she made a mistake, owned up to me about it, promised me she still loved me, and I said one too many hurtful things and those last lingering feelings of hers to me, clinging on in hope that I would straighten up, popped like a balloon.
I don't have the cat anymore. I don't have the home anymore -- it was in her father's name and she feels awkward about sharing a small, cramped space with me right now, and I understand that. We were so close, you see. When I let us be so close. Heh.
I don't have the cat, the home, the stability. School starts Monday morning and I haven't even figured out quite how to get out there yet. I may have to drop a semester; I don't have a place to go. I've been down this road before, ages ago, before her. When I left the state, you see, for I had nothing and I desired... something. I came back with that something, with her. It's gone now and I feel so empty inside. So hollow, so helpless.
Thanks for listening. I don't expect any sagely advice, just... thanks for listening.