Down with Love
Romantic and stupid,
Down with hearts,
Down with Cupid,
Brother, just shoot that dove and
Down with Love .
Two years of “forever” two years of, when I move to Sydney we’ll do this or that, two years of weekends, and waiting at the airport to see the plane leave, and wonderful, intense love. Searching the Sydney papers for jobs, and putting off everything - books remain in storage, gym memberships avoided (“I might not be here in six months…”), I don’t even buy house plants for my flat.
Then I get two job interviews, on successive days - what a break! Both jobs I would LOVE!
And My Current Boss is willing to be a referee for me, and wishes me luck ,and the day before I catch an early moring interstate flight, there’s this email from you about…
…uncertainty…?
And all your friends and MINE you say, have been saying all along that our dreams were madness and that I would never relocate, and so on and so on.
And it’s over?
I cancelled the interviews, and the two days of annual leave I spent at home trying to cry but unable to. I can’t think straight. I don’t understand why.
I can’t hate you but I can’t forgive you. Bottom dropped out of world. Feeling mean and pointless.
Dear fellow dopers - I’m NOT looking for cyberhugs (god forbid!) or soothing words or (especially god forbid!!) advice. I just had to write it somewhere
Oh, your not looking for cyberhugs or advice Redboss? Well fuck you! You can’t write something as heartbreaking as this OP and not expect to hear it from people who care about you from afar.
Maybe it’s just cold feet (once he realized the Barbies are not coming, he’ll see what a terrible mistake he made.) Or maybe it was all a pipe-dream to him.
Sweetie, I know it hurts. Believe me, I do. But (and I know this sounds like Dutch comfort) you’re not leaving your life behind for someone who doesn’t want you, and he was honest with you. And it’s their loss. I happen to think you’re a great guy, and I would hate to see you with someone who doesn’t make you as happy as you deserve to be.
Feel free to e-mail if you want a shoulder to cry on, OK?
Oh Redboss, my heart sank to see your sadness. I know you only from these boards but I do know that you’re an amazing person - the work you do, your sense of humour and above all your class shines through.
I don’t do cyberhugs either. My love and thoughts go out to you.
Thank you. I’ve never been this personal on the boards before and I don’t regret it. Your reactions have really helped. Will be nice and chirpy again real soon.
Oy, Redboss, I am really sorry. That’s a nasty thing to do to someone. Were there any signs of this at all or did he just dump on you?
If you want, I’ll come over with a copy of The Rocky Horror Picture Show (DVD or VHS? your choice) and some of my Key Lime Pie. (Or brownies. I make some kick-butt fudge brownies.) We can eat too much and ogle Tim Curry and say mean things about boyfriends.
That just totally sucks, Redboss. You’re pretty damned amazing and whoever he is, he just lost out on the best.
I’m sorry you’ve gotten knocked down like this. It know it isn’t the same but if it’s any consolation plenty of folks here think (and feel) very damned highly of you.
I don’t do the huggy thing either but howzabout sending good wishes for comfort and heart’s ease–and a virtual beer?
Like TVeb, I also feel highly of you. I like that sentence, TV.
I can’t feel lowly of you because…well, it’s not my wont, but if it was my wont, I would. I would hug you and kiss you and pet you and bring you a rabbit. You do need rabbits down there, don’t you?
Redboss, you is some fine people. This will all straighten out in a short time, that will seem like the time it would take to walk to Pluto. Fear not! We dopers are here, patrolling the borders to make certain you’re not infiltrated by the Agony virus which can be heard late at night, snipping away at the chain-link fence.
Having just gone through something similar myself, the quote above just about sums it up. Except I have had (and maybe you will too) moments of hatred. They don’t last. Sometimes I think it would be easier if they did.
Redboss, if ever you’re in New York or I’m in Melbourne, we shall find a pub and the beer’s on me.
