TangerineCloud
Banned
Sheesh. So in a week (next Saturday), the month of no-contact my ex and I set up comes to an end. At the start of it, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I was an emotional wreck. I spent two, close to three, weeks doing nothing but devising my plan to get her back whenever I wasn't in class or with my therapist or hanging out with my friends. Maybe over the past week or so, I've become a little more comfortable with the distance. My diet has fully returned. My sleep schedule is more or less back to normal. I don't spend the entire day wrestling with intense anxiety over her anymore. And I've decided to abandon my attempt to get her back. Don't get me wrong. I want her back more than anything in this world, but over the past month I've seen myself grow in unexpected ways. I've started uncovering the paths out of personal issues I never thought I'd overcome. I'm really proud of myself. It feels like I'm heading down the road to finally "fixing" me. When I accepted that I had depression and social anxiety five-and-a-half years ago, I honestly thought my life was over. That I'd never have a fulfilling, satisfying existence. But now I'm really seeing myself become someone I never thought I could become. And it makes me really happy. And I don't know if that would have happened without the pain and this distance of this break-up.
But as glad as I am to recognize my own personal growth, realizing that things really are probably over between me and my ex right now... the pain is spectacular. I have so much I want to tell her. I've grown so much and I want to see her and kiss her and sweep her off her feet with all the changes I've made. That I'm going to make. At one point, I know she would have been delighted to see everything I want to do. But now things are different. And they're uncertain. And we're apart. And I'm confused. And she's confused. And I worry that if I say and do everything I want to say and do, I'll push her away. And I worry that if I say and do everything I want to say and do, that I'll get too caught up in the fantasy of being with her again and lose all my progress and re-open the initial wounds from the break-up. And I worry that all the progress I've made is a lie and it's just something I tell myself in a sad attempt to scrape some sort of meaning from all the fucking heartache and stress and anxiety of the past month. And I'm scared to test that.
So. Next Saturday morning or afternoon or evening, I'm going to send her a text message for the first time since January 24th. I'll make it really casual. Something like, "Hey. I promised I'd check in after the month was up. So here's me checking in. Nothing more." And then hopefully I'll be able to end with something casual like, "Great, I'm glad you've been doing okay,"; y'know, something short and sweet; something that doesn't let on the fact the she's all I thought about for 30 straight days; something that doesn't let her know how pathetic I was for the better part of the month.
And then I just won't say anything else. And maybe she won't say anything else. And after that, who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to close the book on this chapter of my life. I don't know if I'll feel good about it. I don't think I will. But I'm hoping that not having the end of this 30 days hanging over my head will finally give me that final push away from her that I've needed.
But as glad as I am to recognize my own personal growth, realizing that things really are probably over between me and my ex right now... the pain is spectacular. I have so much I want to tell her. I've grown so much and I want to see her and kiss her and sweep her off her feet with all the changes I've made. That I'm going to make. At one point, I know she would have been delighted to see everything I want to do. But now things are different. And they're uncertain. And we're apart. And I'm confused. And she's confused. And I worry that if I say and do everything I want to say and do, I'll push her away. And I worry that if I say and do everything I want to say and do, that I'll get too caught up in the fantasy of being with her again and lose all my progress and re-open the initial wounds from the break-up. And I worry that all the progress I've made is a lie and it's just something I tell myself in a sad attempt to scrape some sort of meaning from all the fucking heartache and stress and anxiety of the past month. And I'm scared to test that.
So. Next Saturday morning or afternoon or evening, I'm going to send her a text message for the first time since January 24th. I'll make it really casual. Something like, "Hey. I promised I'd check in after the month was up. So here's me checking in. Nothing more." And then hopefully I'll be able to end with something casual like, "Great, I'm glad you've been doing okay,"; y'know, something short and sweet; something that doesn't let on the fact the she's all I thought about for 30 straight days; something that doesn't let her know how pathetic I was for the better part of the month.
And then I just won't say anything else. And maybe she won't say anything else. And after that, who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to close the book on this chapter of my life. I don't know if I'll feel good about it. I don't think I will. But I'm hoping that not having the end of this 30 days hanging over my head will finally give me that final push away from her that I've needed.