I’ve started getting so many hits from Aada’s physical location that I have let go of the idea that she’s reading. She can’t be that many people at once, and she told me that she was trying to wean herself off of my writing. It is time to believe her. That means a cognitive shift on my part in some ways; there needs to be even more separation than there has been previously, and I need to cultivate experiences and make memories that do not involve checking my email to see what Aada thinks first. I am happy to be out from under her gaze, because it was too intense at times, not strong enough at others.
I am still very much in love with the idea of Aada and tripped up by the reality. The reality is that I behaved badly and I do not deserve her. If she lifts the ban on talking to me, it will not be due to anything but grace and time doing their magic. It’s time for me to move on and be re-wired to connect with other people. It’s been difficult branching out from being tethered to my computer. I have trouble multitasking, so I was rarely on the go when Aada and I were talking.
In a lot of ways, she couldn’t sit down and I couldn’t stand up.
The only part I’m responsible for is understanding that statement from an “I” perspective. Why couldn’t I make her comfortable enough to relax? What would make that better if the same situation presented itself in another relationship? Why couldn’t I relax? The answers to all of those questions swirl in my stomach because I screwed up this relationship on day one.
The good thing about the relationship being over is that I have a chance to regroup. I have done enough grieving, and memories will always come; I’m determined not to shut them away as if Aada never existed. That would be counter to my personality. But I do want more to happen in my life than sitting at my computer waiting for someone to email me.
That was a possibility, before she lied and I exploded. It would have been a blast to pick Aada up on my way to Tiina’s, because Aada has questions only Tiina could answer. Plus, Aada and Tiina have similar sensibilities and I would choke with laughter for hours at both of them.
But I can look at all of that as past, knowing that Tiina and I will have a great time on our own.
Nothing will be the same; everything will be okay.
I have changed enough to realize that I can welcome energy into my life, but I cannot control it. I also cannot control whether people stay in my life or go. I need to do the best I can do at being open, ready to receive what comes.
Today is Sunday, the most relaxed I’ll be all week. What’s sitting with me is that I am very lonely and I did this to myself. I rejected Aada, she did not reject me. I overreacted when she finally told me that she’d been lying to me for quite some time. Even at my most relaxed, I am obsessed with going back in time and undoing that overreaction.
But there’s no undoing it, there’s only understanding it.
I don’t understand it, either. I am mystified by my own behavior. I don’t know what I was expecting to get out of losing a friend, but it wasn’t this…. This deep, empty feeling that says, “yeah… She lied. You were still an asshole about it, though.” Because here is what I know…
Aada may be staying away because she wants to reach out and knows it isn’t good for her in the long run. I respect that more than she knows, and maybe things will look different after she retires. I doubt it, but I can pray.
I didn’t know I needed such brakes around me regarding our relationship, and my freakout is not one that deserves to be forgiven. I also hope that as Aada explores herself, she finds ways to empathize with me rather than to be angry. I am certainly feeling that way myself- no longer angry at anything that Aada has done, but berating myself for the way I acted. Feeling empathy for all she’s been through in our tumultuous relationship because she’s never met the real me. She’s met the persona that comes across in chat.
Those personalities aren’t separate, but different facets.
In some cases, my words needed to be backed up by a facial expression, or I needed to hold my tongue after seeing hers.
When you take all that away from a serious relationship, you end up with two keyboard warriors hell-bent on being right.
When what I wanted with her was something much more tender, always. Hers is a very strident love, and I didn’t know what to do with it. Everything came across as trying too hard.
It doesn’t feel so hot to be me, because Aada is out of my life but not far from my thoughts. I am in the unenviable position of having lots of love and nowhere for it to go, the main reason I want to start reaching out to churches and service organizations. The connection that I wanted to nourish with Aada being broken leaves room for an amazing amount of connection with people in need.
I just cannot express how much I wish I could go back in time, saving myself from my own stupidity. Her last email to me was full of conjecture that I could not clear up because she blocked me, not wanting a return reply.
I haven’t emailed her since, because my thoughts about her are the only thing left to clean up.
I have started looking at her picture because it allows me to cry. I’ve been too staid about all this and I think that’s because she became ethereal to me. The picture I have is all-natural complete with bedhead, and so beautiful that tears leak down my face whether I’m prepared or not.
I am sorry for her that because we somehow still have mutual friends there will always be an element of “ARE YOU OKAY? HAVE YOU READ LESLIE’S BLOG RECENTLY?” to her life. And, I say, “always,” but realistically she will fade just like all the other people who have left my life, I just can’t see it right now. She’s left and come back so many times that I do not have the guts to believe that this is the end of our movie. Not with any conviction, anyway. This time feels more final than the others, but my body memory says to not do anything, just wait and see.
She knows I’m sorry because I’m always sorry. I pop off and regret in a spectacularly neurodivergent fashion. She should not be expected to stay no matter how bad it gets. Neither should I. We spent over a decade manipulating each other with our anxious/avoidant connection and Aada has one therapy session and decides I’m the only manipulator in the room. If that is her opinion, it is better for us to stay separate. I feel that there is a shared responsibility in the destruction of our relationship, and it was limping before Aada lied.
It all happened too fast. I wish Aada had told me about her lie in person, away from the Internet. I think I would have had a better handle on everything rather than being alone in my bedroom, where my anger took hold. But more than that, I wish that I’d been able to hold my shit together without any prompting from Aada at all.
It’s a question that makes me sit in the dark, even on Sundays.
What prompted this magnificent shift in anger, and why didn’t you breathe? Why didn’t you use any coping mechanisms? Why didn’t you go for a walk?
I could have saved my relationship with Aada so that it could have blossomed over time into exactly what I wanted. She thought my daydreams of doing nothing together were cute, and told me so. But she didn’t want to introduce me to her family and she didn’t want to get together with my friends, so this bubble on the Internet was where it had to begin and end. It was unfair to us both, and yet let both of us have a space to let loose, as well. Aada told me that it was nice to be able to let her hair down, and did not listen to me that I needed help to cope after she did it. Her life is unusual and so is mine, but in opposite directions.
We could have worked together, but neither one of us really had time for that. Aada already has a job, she cannot handle my production schedule on top of it. I was looking forward to working together later in life, but I do not think that Aada has any patience for any of my foolishness. I’m not sure I have patience for hers, either.
Our ideal relationship with each other always fell short in reality because Aada was so terse with me and I was so long-winded with her.
It is giving me energy to know that not writing to her is giving me more to write here, but there will always be a part of me that feels her in the room when I’m writing- the muse that doesn’t talk back.
Or when she does, it’s compiled scripts of things she’s already said that run through my mind. The way she curses, in particular.
I don’t want to be a sad sack that keeps waiting my whole life for nothing that materializes, but that’s how it feels right now. I know I have done wrong and there is no reason to expect that I will hear from Aada or anyone who knows her ever again. But there’s an Aada quote that runs through my mind, always:
“Rule following gets you nowhere in my line of work.”
That’s what she said the last time I was surprised she bothered to be friends with me.
Maybe something I say down the line will convince her that we have a shot at something real if we start very small.
And maybe that is just wishful thinking… But I have to keep reminding myself that the best indication of future behavior is past behavior.
She’s pushed me out of her life with this much vehemence before. I have returned the favor.
When do we get to go back to being two broken little girls that need each other? We are both in the process of reparenting ourselves. We have a lot more work to do if we are willing to give each other the grace love requires from now on. The past has to stay the past.
I feel like I’ve said this same thing a lot, and my time blindness is starting to show. I am allowing myself to spin out here so I don’t spin out in real life. As in, being alone with my thoughts is one thing. Having emotions in front of people is not always easy for me.
It’s also good for me to know that I can err and I am still deserving of love. I have talked openly about how I ended this relationship, that my anger was its downfall. I wish I could go back to 2013 and tell myself what will happen if the relationship with Aada continues unchecked. I was so full of brain feel-good chemicals that I don’t know that I would have listened to me.
I ask myself all the time if it was worth it, and the answer I always get is “yes.” There are just so many things I could have done to make it more worth it. There are so many less things I could have done that made Aada uncomfortable.
The bitch of it is that I know she loves me in her own way because we’ve shared too much not to feel some affection in both directions. It’s that love isn’t enough. Broken trust is broken trust. She lied. I exploded. My explosion was not a proportionate response.
She cannot trust it will not happen again. I gave her no choice.
I wish I could do everything right, always giving Aada the ability to feel safe. I failed in the most spectacular of ways, and it’s the hugeness of that weight bearing down on me that makes me, as my sister would say, “lethargic.” There’s not a lot of difference between lethargy and grief.
I move slower when I’m sad. That’s all. When I have reason to be happy, I move a lot faster.
That’s why Aada is gone, and my brain is still catching up.
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