scheherazade_79
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Or does it?
I don't feel like I know anything before. I used to have all these clear-cut ideas about relationships, and I'm starting to realise that maybe there's no such thing as a straightforward one.
I dated a woman a while ago. She was my first true love. We had the whole electricity thing going on when we kissed, and we got on well on every level. It was a long-distance affair - she was in the US, I was in the UK.
I was pretty naive to begin with. She had affairs with several men and women, and I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. Then after a while she started being a lot more blatant about it - flirting with waiters when we went out for romantic dinners and getting their phone numbers.
We went through one hell of a lot together, but after the second year of our relationship, things started going wrong. She got hyperthyroidism and became more difficult, more impatient, more aggressive than anyone I'd ever known. I was patient and kept telling myself that as soon as her medication was sorted, she'd be different. I made excuses for her for so many things, but always ended up being proved wrong. She kept telling me how much she loved me, but at the same time lying about her affairs with other people, even when I busted her well and truly - and still I made excuses for her, convinced myself she was just lonely, and maybe it was her depression doing that to her. She even told me once that I should feel proud to have a girl that everyone else was interested in...
It was always me doing the running. I used to fly out to the States a lot, and it she'd always phone my cell and get me to call her back - even when she had a job and was earning more than me. When she was going through depression, I'd sometimes be on the phone until 3am talking to her and trying to cheer her up, even though I was working full time - and this used to happen every night each week.
She came from a religious family and had issues with her sexuality. Things ended when she left a careless email lying around and her uncle read it. Two days later a Nigerian priest called round at her house with (surprise, surprise) a direct message from God, who wanted to tell her that every part of her life would go right if she just followed the Bible and had a normal relationship with a man.
I cried. She shouted at me, and called me a "selfish crybaby". Then I got on with my life. Several times she's come back into it for a brief spell. I love her to bits, but I have this defensive wall built around me, because she hurt me so much in the past. Things hiccupped along for quite a while - on, off, on, off... and I started getting scared because I found myself making the same excuses for the way she behaved, and it started making me ill again.
A few days ago, after several weeks of serious, official separation, she phoned to declare her undying love. It brought a lump to my throat, because even now I believe she was sincere.
Recently, a job came up in her company, and she was convinced she could swing her manager to hire me and get me a visa - and then we could both live happily ever after in the US.
About a year ago, there was a similar, much better, more legitimate opportunity for her to come to the UK and live, but she never made it happen.
Obviously I had core doubts about the plan anyway. It's hard enough being hurt like that when you're surrounded by your friends and family. But a couple of times it happened when I was out there, and it was the worst feeling in the whole world. I don't feel confident enough in the relationship to make a huge move like that. And there are other issues:
1. I'm currently in a job I hate. I'm sticking it out til the summer, when I plan on moving into journalism, which is something I really want to do. I have absolutely zero interest in the job she has lined up for me.
2. In order to get the job, I'd have to lie about having experience in a profession I have no knowledge of. It's something she did with ease, but I still feel uncomfortable about it.
3. My sister's having her first baby in a few weeks, and I wouldn't mind being around to watch it grow up.
4. My grandmother's in her 90s, my dog's getting old... I might not have them around by the time I get back.
5. I have a completely European spirit. I'm not particularly fond of the States, and I'd miss my mellow weekends in Amsterdam.
I was honest about all this, and told her how I felt. She got really upset with me and told me she didn't want to speak to me again for several months. I still love her, but I don't feel all that crushed by my decision. I think I've done the right thing for me.
What I'm wondering, though, is whether these factors would be an issue if the relationship was fantastic? Does anyone out there have an opinion on this?
I don't feel like I know anything before. I used to have all these clear-cut ideas about relationships, and I'm starting to realise that maybe there's no such thing as a straightforward one.
I dated a woman a while ago. She was my first true love. We had the whole electricity thing going on when we kissed, and we got on well on every level. It was a long-distance affair - she was in the US, I was in the UK.
I was pretty naive to begin with. She had affairs with several men and women, and I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. Then after a while she started being a lot more blatant about it - flirting with waiters when we went out for romantic dinners and getting their phone numbers.
We went through one hell of a lot together, but after the second year of our relationship, things started going wrong. She got hyperthyroidism and became more difficult, more impatient, more aggressive than anyone I'd ever known. I was patient and kept telling myself that as soon as her medication was sorted, she'd be different. I made excuses for her for so many things, but always ended up being proved wrong. She kept telling me how much she loved me, but at the same time lying about her affairs with other people, even when I busted her well and truly - and still I made excuses for her, convinced myself she was just lonely, and maybe it was her depression doing that to her. She even told me once that I should feel proud to have a girl that everyone else was interested in...
It was always me doing the running. I used to fly out to the States a lot, and it she'd always phone my cell and get me to call her back - even when she had a job and was earning more than me. When she was going through depression, I'd sometimes be on the phone until 3am talking to her and trying to cheer her up, even though I was working full time - and this used to happen every night each week.
She came from a religious family and had issues with her sexuality. Things ended when she left a careless email lying around and her uncle read it. Two days later a Nigerian priest called round at her house with (surprise, surprise) a direct message from God, who wanted to tell her that every part of her life would go right if she just followed the Bible and had a normal relationship with a man.
I cried. She shouted at me, and called me a "selfish crybaby". Then I got on with my life. Several times she's come back into it for a brief spell. I love her to bits, but I have this defensive wall built around me, because she hurt me so much in the past. Things hiccupped along for quite a while - on, off, on, off... and I started getting scared because I found myself making the same excuses for the way she behaved, and it started making me ill again.
A few days ago, after several weeks of serious, official separation, she phoned to declare her undying love. It brought a lump to my throat, because even now I believe she was sincere.
Recently, a job came up in her company, and she was convinced she could swing her manager to hire me and get me a visa - and then we could both live happily ever after in the US.
About a year ago, there was a similar, much better, more legitimate opportunity for her to come to the UK and live, but she never made it happen.
Obviously I had core doubts about the plan anyway. It's hard enough being hurt like that when you're surrounded by your friends and family. But a couple of times it happened when I was out there, and it was the worst feeling in the whole world. I don't feel confident enough in the relationship to make a huge move like that. And there are other issues:
1. I'm currently in a job I hate. I'm sticking it out til the summer, when I plan on moving into journalism, which is something I really want to do. I have absolutely zero interest in the job she has lined up for me.
2. In order to get the job, I'd have to lie about having experience in a profession I have no knowledge of. It's something she did with ease, but I still feel uncomfortable about it.
3. My sister's having her first baby in a few weeks, and I wouldn't mind being around to watch it grow up.
4. My grandmother's in her 90s, my dog's getting old... I might not have them around by the time I get back.
5. I have a completely European spirit. I'm not particularly fond of the States, and I'd miss my mellow weekends in Amsterdam.
I was honest about all this, and told her how I felt. She got really upset with me and told me she didn't want to speak to me again for several months. I still love her, but I don't feel all that crushed by my decision. I think I've done the right thing for me.
What I'm wondering, though, is whether these factors would be an issue if the relationship was fantastic? Does anyone out there have an opinion on this?
