Thoughts Out Loud in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • June 3, 2009, midnight
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Having some time on my hands to think about things has been a good and a not-so-good thing. I like being able to sort through my life to try to figure things out, but at the same time, it’s painful trying to figure out what the hell happened to my love life and my career.

Some noters, in an effort to help figure all this out, have asked if I’ve left some big things out. Perhaps there are reasons I’m not writing in my diary that will explain it all. And I’ve gone back through my entries and see that I’ve alluded to things regarding drinking (yes, when I drink too much I get a weird streak—sometimes it’s a silly streak, sometimes mean and a bit snarky). EXMS and I loved to drink together, but always within reason. There were three times of note where we were stupidly sloppy drunk and it turned into a mess (not my finer moments, but I’m going to list them anyway):

(1) When we were first dating and he got mad at me for something stupid and threatened to leave and I threw myself on the floor so he wouldn’t leave (please note, I’d NEVER done anything like that before and it should have been a gigantic red flag for both of us).

(2) After my 40th B-Day party, we had a lot of leftover bubbly, so we threw a mini-party with a few friends. We were both hammered, and I was having a ROUSING conversation with Lovely Leah that EXMS didn’t like the tone of, so he walked out of our loft. I found him later and we had an argument that ended in him throwing me on the concrete floor in the hallway (and that really should have been the end of it—we all know this).

(3) At Best Bud’s party a year ago. He was super-duper grumpy and I was trying to make him smile and feel better and enjoy himself. He refused, and I really should have just left it at that. Instead I kept checking on him, picking at him, and finally embarrassing him (not intentionally!!) to the point of him getting in the car and driving 4 hours home without me.

It’s horrible to write that stuff out. Stuff of severely dysfunctional relationships, I know. I’m embarrassed and ashamed of myself, and I’ve since had a few opportunities to ask him for forgiveness for the things I did to tear us apart. I suppose I’m thankful for these opportunities, because he has verbally forgiven me for these specific things (not that I’ve forgiven myself, mind you…I’m still reeling from the fact that these events actually happened).

However, that doesn’t change the fact that he still thinks I’m fundamentally flawed. So in essence, I’m forgiven for the things that I feel led to my part in our breakup, yet there are things about me that would have led to the eventual demise anyway.

Because see, it’s like others have told me, there will always be something. And no matter what I fix or change or improve, there will always be something ELSE that’s not right about ME in his eyes. It’s simply an impossible position to be in.

And I’ve discovered that no matter how many times he comes back to ME and asks ME for forgiveness (he has, and I’ve verbally forgiven him too), it simply is not enough to make it work.

Because fundamentally, we are still the same people! He’s still the same critical person who will find flaws in everything. And I’m still the same person who reacts so strongly to those criticisms—whether to disagree or frantically try to change in order to make things right.

And I guess I’m lucky that we actually had a few more chances to try and figure that out, because I think at this point we are both fully aware that it’s simply not going to work between the two of us.

The thing that is sooooo frustrating to me is that I still think his good qualities outweigh his bad. Go ahead, beat me up for that and call me insane. I still think it’s true. There are things about him that I adore and KNOW that I will never, ever find in another partner.

But the worst thing of all is knowing that he thinks my bad qualities outweigh my good.

I guess that’s where I need a lot of work. Because that statement rings true with my recent job situation and the reasons they gave me for firing me. While they refused to be specific, they told me that there were things that I did really, really well and other things not so well, so obviously to them, my bad outweighed my good with them too.

Rationally, I know this is not 100% the case and that there are other factors involved (work AND relationship-wise), but THAT is what I was told, and THAT’S what sticks, stings, and haunts.

And it’s not easy to just say, oh well, and move on past it. Maybe some people can do that and pretend like nothing ever happened. But I can’t. And I want to make sure that a similar series of events never, ever happens again.

Bottom line is, I know I’m where I am because of ME. There were choices I made and actions that I took (or didn’t take) that led me to this place. I’m taking a good, hard look at myself. It’s not the prettiest or easiest thing to do. And believe me, I’m ashamed to admit a lot of that stuff. And there are kernels of truth to the things that EXMS and EXJOB have said and done. They have their reasons, and I have to accept them. I don’t have to agree, by any means. But what is done is done and I can’t live in the past any more.

I can look at the past to learn lessons:

  • Drinking—I’m really, really aware now. I haven’t had a single alcohol issue since the breakup a year ago. I realize that it played a key role in our problems, and I have made major adjustments. Workwise, I watched BPP practically throw her career into the toilet over it (and she pulled me right into the middle of it for a while). She’s lucky that she’s well protected at work or she’d be in the same boat as I am right now. That’s another story in itself…just know that I learned lessons about this.
  • Criticism—working on it, but it’s hard. I have a weird perfectionist streak of sorts, so I have a hard time taking criticism. I will KILL myself to try to right things, and I think the lesson learned there is if I’m not getting anywhere one way I have to attack the problem from a different angle instead of risking life and limb. Sometimes it’s just not a good fit.
  • Holding the door for others—this is the thing that is cutting me to the core right now. More on this later.

    It sucks to think that I’m not a bright, shining star in everyone’s eyes—especially the people I’m closest to or work with directly. But I have to tell myself again and again and again that the tarnish comes off with polish and effort and I need to get back out into the light in order to sparkle.

    Stuff to do. I will come back to do my JuPoThiMo thing later!


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