After a rather ugly year of her doing stupid things just to make me angry and me being afraid to say a word without triggering another episode of threats of her leaving me, she finally broke up with me and moved out.Despite realizing that it was the inevitable outcome at the time, I was devastated.I’ve been in an obnoxiously happy relationship for fifteen years.I try not to be a twat about it, so I don’t go around giving advice or writing something twatty like “Lessons I’ve Learned From Being Happily Married, Not That You Would Know You Sad, Pitiable, Single Who Will Likely Have Your Dead Face Eaten By Your Pet”.But alas, 99 times out of 100, there isn’t a good reason and the situation never changes. And we have to deal with the ugly truth, but with months wasted under the ol’ dating belt.Sometimes, the people coming to me for advice are young and I let them figure it out.So instead, we choose to believe that our situation is different.
It’s a feeling that’s almost unbelievable in its cruelty.They would talk about being enveloped in the other person. It doesn’t matter if someone is shy or busy or sleepy or nervous or attached to someone else.They would break off relationships or move across the country. They would learn to love a cat, even though they are most definitely allergic. Just because someone loves to hang out with you doesn’t mean they’re your soulmate, but if someone make time for you, then they aren’t into you. As human beings, we can’t help ourselves when we’re into someone. It’s the best feeling chemicals in the world that urge, urge, urge you to be in the company of the person who makes you produce those happy vibes.They glowingly talk about how they hardly ate or slept or concentrated at work because they found any spare moment to be talking with or hanging out with the other person.They would talk about the nonstop, bonkers touching/sex and the inability to be in polite company.