This is a tough post for me, but it's something I have to do. I need to let this all out somewhere.
First of all, here's a little background...
About 13 years ago, I was home from college for the summer. I was heartbroken from my first taste of love. I was a 20 year old mess. After a long, miserable summer I had decided that I just needed to get on with life and start dating again. That's when I met "S". To make a long story as short as possible, I fell in love. We had a very volatile relationship. He drank. A lot. But at the time, so did I (I was in college) so it didn't seem too much of a red flag. Ok, it was a big flashing neon sign, but I was young and desperate to be in love. We stayed together through my years in college and then we moved back to my hometown and rented a place together and later he bought us a house there. When he was sober, we got along great. He was my best friend and we truly clicked. We loved to
I jumped into a new relationship almost immediately. I didn't mean to, but I think I knew that I would be tempted to go back and being in a new relationship kept me away from him. (I had tried leaving a few times before and always went back) Leaving him was the hardest thing I had ever done. I hated him for not being able to put down the bottle. I hated myself for staying as long as I did. I hated myself for still caring about him no matter what he dished out to me. I hated myself for abandoning him and not being strong enough to get us both through it. I did the only thing I was strong enough to do. I completely blocked him and the past 6 years from my memory and thoughts and moved on like those years never existed. I moved on. I had a family. I thought I was happy.
Then shit happened. My world fell apart.
In the months that followed, I tried to find myself and put myself back together. One night I re-read some of my old journals and came across some entries from when S and I were together. It all started coming back to me. In a moment of weakness, I made a mistake. I called him. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I don't know why I did it. Loneliness, guilt, soul searching...I was just lost and somehow I knew that I would get some answers from him. So we talked and talked and talked some more. We fell right back into our friendship and banter. He made me feel good and I realized how much I missed him. He told me he grew up. He told me he changed. Told me that messing up with me was the biggest regret he had. I knew it was possible, but unlikely. But I'm a sucker. We went to a movie. We texted. We hung out. Then, I got scared. It was getting too comfortable and I wasn't ready. He said he understood and hoped someday we could have a chance, but he realized that I needed my time and space. Quite honestly, I just had some little feelings that he hadn't change as much as he led on and I am not putting myself and my daughter through that. I just won't do it. I felt guilty (again) though.
That was over a month ago. We haven't talked since. Occasionally I get a text from him, and I have responded with short and to the point replies.
And then my phone rang.
Last night at 10:30pm, I get a phone call from him. I answered b/c I hadn't talked to him in awhile and it wasn't like him to call. (texting is more his style)
He was drunk. I should have hung up right then, but I didn't. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I listened. I listened to him ramble and slur and beg. I listened to him confess that I am the only person he has ever loved. I listened to him call me an asshole. I basically listened to a flashback of 10 years ago. I finally told him I couldn't listen anymore and hung up. He called over and over and I sent the calls to voicemail. He texted and I ignored him.
I slept like shit.
I hate alcoholism. HATE it. It has robbed him. I know that he is an amazing person with a huge heart. Having a relationship with an alcoholic is like being in a relationship with two different people. One that you love and one that you hate. You can't separate the two of them no matter how much you want to. You can't fix it and it doesn't just go away. I spent 6 years trying to save him from himself and I almost lost myself in the fight. Today I'm sad and pissed off. I'm sad that he hasn't found his way out yet. I'm sad that he just doesn't see it and continues to self destruct. I'm pissed that I almost got sucked back in and I'm pissed that I still care.