Letting go should be easier. This is the part I hate the most; the inevitable crushing fall after getting my hopes up. I didn’t intend to get them up; granted, she had a hand in that too, but ultimately it’s my fault for believing it could be more. I know the whole “not ready for a relationship, I just want to date around” tirade is a lie we tell people we aren’t interested in so they don’t feel so bad, when in reality, it’s not that we don’t want something more, it’s that we don’t want something more with them. Then of course the part where she mentioned what she couldn’t tell me about, which is code for “I met a girl I like better.” That shit hurts. Maybe if she hadn’t kissed me and touched me like she did, or hadn’t whispered sweet things in my ear and agreed there was something there, I wouldn’t feel so slighted. It’s hard not to feel led on in this situation and I’m not real sure what to do with that.
I’ve always been good and remaining friends with people who’ve “Dear Johned” me, but I honestly don’t think I can manage that this time. That makes me feel like a terrible person and petty, and it’s hard as fuck to not pick up the phone and text her or call her but if I do, it will just be more apologies and reasons why and I honestly can’t listen to it anymore. It can never go back to the way it was and that is probably the worst part. Well, that and the whole, “what’s wrong with me, why doesn’t she more than like me anymore, what did I do wrong” bullshit that plays endlessly on repeat inside your head like it’s the new Taylor Swift earworm the radio stations are determined to make us hate simply because we hear it too much. I knew things were not the same gradually…a day without a text or a call…”sorry I was on the phone with my mom”…”I don’t need you to pick me up from the airport”…”I was out all weekend meeting new people, which I can’t tell you about”…”I can’t hang out the one day I’ll be in town because I need to spend more time with my family”… That last one would be understandable if that had been the case before the sweet whispers and kisses, but following being cast off slowly, it falls into the gradual brush off.
I’m not even sure what to do with these words; if I tell her, I seem petty and like I can’t let this go, and yet the other side of me wants her to know that actions have consequences and instead of leading someone to believe you more than like them, only to change your mind days later, is emotionally and psychologically damaging. If I post this on my blog, it will be seen by everyone and it’s so shameful to admit when you’ve been dumped that I’m ok with talking about my mental health issues, but this seems so much deeper; like I’d be standing naked in front of a crowd. This would be admitting to the world that I wasn’t good enough for someone, so maybe I’m not good enough for anyone.
That’s the heart of the issue, isn’t it? When one person decides you’re not what they want romantically, we automatically assume we’ll never be good enough for anyone and what makes them so special that they can’t see how special you are? Maybe that part’s just me; I automatically assume everyone hates me and wishes I would just go away so when someone does give me the brush off, it’s only confirming that fear. I’m well aware those thoughts are part of my illness, but dear God, what if they’re true?…Fuck. This vomit-inducing merry-go-round is only going to get worse from here, so I’ll jump off before I terrify anyone having the misfortune of reading this. I wasn’t kidding when I said mental illness is a bitch.
So here we are back at the issue at hand; do you tell someone you feel like they lied or led you on or do you tackle those words to the ground, pushing them into the dirt until they choke and are never heard from again? Or, try to forget they did you dirty and attempt a friendship because you do care about them and want them in your life, even if it’s just as friends? Is that truly even possible? The jealousy and hurt feelings, resentment and anger are still going to be there, whether we admit it to ourselves or not, and anyone who tells themselves otherwise is either delusional, or needs to get off their pious high horse before they break a limb in the fall. Is a real friendship possible or would it just be damaging until you’ve actually moved on? Maybe, maybe not. What I do know is that letting them go and suffering the pain of missing them isn’t necessarily better or worse than trying to hide the animosity in the name of friendship; it’s just trading one type of torture for another.