So everyone is clear on the definition of love, love is when two people see everything about the other, the nasty parts as well as the good parts and instead of running the other way they think, we can work with one another on those nasty parts. We can work together to sort those out and in so doing we can become one whole perfect unit. This only works if both parties consistently show up and get to work.
The woman with whom I was most recently involved, Kali was my soulmate. We saw one another for exactly what we both were. Both flawed, both bipolar. It was a beautiful union. I am still very in love with her, I always will be. She is physically, intellectually and socially perfect for me in every way. Emotionally she is so damaged that she can’t allow herself to be loved properly.
Before the Christmas holidays of 2015 she would send me cute messages of her own volition, send me pictures, cute and sexy. She would tell me how handsome I was and how excited she was to see me, how much she missed me and couldn’t wait to see me and talk to me. During the holidays I had difficulty making contact with her though I dismissed this with her excuses that the holidays are a busy time. She texted rarely with apologies and maybe a picture. Perhaps a promise that she would try to call later.
She returned after two weeks of this and I thought okay, things will get back to normal. She loves me so much she will try to call me on the phone just to hear my voice. She will still send me pictures everyday. Without me having to text her first she will surprise me with texts just to tell me how great I am and how much she loves me. This might have happened about three times tops. I started putting in all of the work. She would reply positively, but fewer pictures if any and no uninitiated texts at all.
At this point it is very evident that you are clearly and totally not on someones mind. She claimed to be upset and depressed which I accepted and was concerned about alas, there is only so much anyone can do through texts to legitimately help in these situations. So I began to probe around the idea that she call me. After our phone calls she always felt so much better for having heard my voice and knowing that she wasn’t alone. I would say sweet and wonderful things with a voice and tone that she normally loved and it would all be a little better at least. Except she now resisted this. Despite admitting that this might help she flat out did not accept taking any part in trying to make it actually happen in any way. FUCK NO, was she going to try to do this even in the slightest.
Her love for me was dying, obviously. When a woman’s heart goes it’s gone. This I have learned. You can do nothing to prevent it, though you try like a desperate fool in vain because as a man, you are bound to fight for a love you have in so short a time learned not to live without. Women truly do not need men. Men desperately need women. So I fought, which only made matters worse. I tried all the soothing things I possibly could and made myself a door mat for her. This obviously didn’t work. Why would it? Why would having an attractive, capable, kind, loving, caring, intelligent, thoughtful, considerate, sexually perfect for you and completely smitten man at your disposal please you? It wouldn’t.
I tried all the nice things I could and then I challenged her. I started being a little bit vicious on those points that I knew that she was being weak. Which, rather than motivating her only made her flat-out hate me. I have always suspected that there are things that she has withheld from me, not outright lies per se, more like lies of omission. I challenged her on this which upset her worse. I challenged her on her unwillingness and fear to put her foot down and take control of her own life in the face of her oppressor, calling her a coward in the process. I feel terrible about this though the goal was to motivate her to actually DO ANYTHING about it she only decided to turn it back on me as rage and hatred.
None of the above matters. Not a bit. There are really only a few points that actually matter. She stopped loving me some time around Christmas and I have been fighting desperately for us, but seeing as I am the only one fighting there really is no us.
I don’t blame her for not loving me, I blame her for continuing to say the words, for claiming still that she loves me when it is plain to see that through her actions and behaviour there is no love left in her. She is only herself with no space nor interest in anyone else. I feel sorry for her. I genuinely pity the fuck out of her because from here in her life she will have to find someone else who isn’t nearly as good as me or stay with the clown she lives with who is abusive. Who she also shares no love with. She had a perfectly good lily pad to leap to and instead she shat all over it and is now totally uncertain of her future. All she had to do was keep loving the man who loves her more than life itself.
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink as they say. I can’t make her love me and I can see that she clearly has no intention of pretending even for her own sake, which is actually for the best. I don’t want to get suckered into it now. The good news is now I am fully aware and free to move on. No guilt and no urge to turn back. She had her chance, if she were to have a change in heart now I know that I couldn’t possibly trust it after months of neglect. It really bothers me though, that act of burning a bridge while you are standing on it… Her love was so great and wonderful while it lasted, I was certain we would be together forever and then she just shot it in the face. For no reason. I’m going to have a Kali shaped hole in my heart for the rest of my life over a few months that were mostly unrequited… It’s a horrible monstrosity. A tragedy. Part of me wants to die and another just desperately hopes I can find anything like her anywhere else…