Not sickening in a disgusting way, more of a heartbreak way. What have I gotten myself into?
As with the vast majority of my bad stories, this one starts with “Well, there was this guy.” I met him 16 years ago through a newspaper personal ad. Neither of us can remember if I answered his, or he answered mine, but we went to a Chili’s and I had chicken nachos, I know that. And for the first and only time in my life, I, after the date, had the distinct and odd feeling that I would marry this person. I have heard people say that and it seems like bullshit that someone could know that right away before even getting to know someone, which I truly believe takes a LONG time, like years, but still, I felt it and it felt right.
He is my perfect man and I like and am attracted to literally everything about him- his appearance, voice, mannerisms, morals, thoughts, feelings; there is something inside of me that really thinks that he is my vision of the man for me. Whoa, right? Alas, he was not “in a place” (I hate that phrase) where he wanted to settle down with anyone, or at least not with me, and we became the dreaded “friends with benefits”. We really were friends, though- we spent a lot of time together and did a lot of things ranging from attending a Candlebox concert where I got my nose broken in the mosh pit (gives me street cred with the kids) to driving from Asheville, NC to Ft. Lauderdale, FL to spend Christmas with his daughter and his mom. Then after a few months of this, I had to move here to Tucson from Asheville, and left. We kept in touch for a few months, but then he started dating someone who I had known and who knew how I felt about him, and she forbade him from contacting me anymore. He shortly thereafter got her pregnant and they got married and had two more kids together, one who died a few days after birth. They had a rather tumultuous relationship and are now divorced and he is single.
So, a few months ago, he found me on Facebook, having gone to some trouble to deliberately find me- he had not known my last name then, apparently. He knew how I felt about him all that time ago, and if I hadn’t left, things might have turned out differently, he says- it’s definitely possible, he says. We talk on the phone for an hour or two a couple of times a week for these past months, and we still get along really well, just like we did before, and yep, those feelings are coming back for me, which presents to me my challenge. It makes me sick.
When I start thinking of how I feel about him and the possibility of getting my little heart broken again, as he is still the perfect man according to my lizard brain, I get nauseous and shaky. Yikes. Ugh. I’m not at all sure this is worth the risk. After all, I’ve been a single mother for several years, I’ve accepted that my lot in life is to be alone and strong and single, just single. I’ve dated a lot, I’ve fallen in love a couple of times but it didn’t work out, and maybe I’m just better off alone, anyway- there are people out there for whom this is true, and maybe I’m one of them. I’m an introvert and I like being alone, anyway.
He wants to get together in a couple of months for a road trip from Florida to Michigan, where we are both from, to spend a few days with his friends there. He is waiting for that to happen before he can say if things will work between us, although he has indicated that he does like me. I, however, am completely in love with him, and I don’t need the trip together to know that.
So, I am freaking out, because I am scared that here I am, in love with this guy, and it might not work out! Haha. So mundane and silly, right? But I feel nauseous. Bleh. Oh shit. Do you think I should just cancel the whole thing and never speak to him again and just let myself forget, again, that he’s the man for me? Yeah, that sounds like a good option.