Hey
@Justmehere :)
That is so sweet of you to write such a long reply - I'm going to try and respond as well as I can.
So, his "nice" emails upset me, because he was kinda pretending nothing much had happened. Just like the last 2 years of disappearing/ ghosting were a minor mishap and that by being nice now, it was all okay again.
It's not that I mind him or anyone else being nice :)
It would just be a lot more appropriate to actually say sorry and quietly see what common ground we can find again (if any).
Also, his emails were so nice that I don't think they were a gentle let down either. I'd be fine with that. Bizarrely I think he's trying to rekindle stuff and he's talked in ridiculously long time-frames before so this is actually not out of character for him. But that's all kinda beside the point.
I liked your question as to "what am I trying to achieve"?
No, I'm not trying to rekindle things, I'm not actively hoping there will be some kind of way forward for us together. I already buried 99% of that hope... but you know that that last 1% of hope is notoriously hard to eliminate entirely :rolleyes: It's stupid tho and isn't really a factor.
What I'm trying to achieve is closure for myself. And it's certainly a *process* and a journey.
It's not something that I am consciously deciding in my brain "this is my goal" and then going and doing it.
I'm trying to hear inside myself, to find out, what my path is, with this.
And I'm taking this journey, one step at a time, as authentically, as I can.
For a long time, I was desperate to understand what had happened.
And yeah, I realise he can't "tell" me why.
If he were in a fit state to do that, he wouldn't have spiralled into total crisis like that.
So I realise I needed to find the most likely/ most plausible explanation on my own and by talking to others.
I feel like I've finally found that explanation now, after reading how others here on the forum with PTSD have "disappeared" on their partners during crisis.
I wasn't previously aware that this was a "thing".
Sure, I will recede/ isolate/ hide away at home too when I'm feeling unwell.
But I didn't realise ppl truly just disappeared from relationships like that, when in crisis.
I thought that was mainly an urban legend - you know, that thing where someone says they are going out to get cigarettes and never returns - that kinda thing.
So I think understanding it was the most important thing for me, in terms of healing.
I also wanted to speak my truth.
I realise that it's kind of pointless.
I realise that, in all likelihood, he doesn't get it.
He probably is just confused why I'm upset or thinks I'm overreacting, or some other version of events that makes sense to him.
Whatever. That's not my concern anymore.
I don't need him to "hear" me or "validate" me.
I just need to *know for myself* that I spoke my truth.
I found words for my truth.
I found the courage to speak my truth out loud.
I had the compassion to not word it meanly or ungenerously.
(Yes, there was some upset/ anger in my words, but I made sure it was very clear that it was the anger of someone whose feelings are hurt, not the anger of someone who's being spiteful or nasty.)
Yes, I'm aware that if I wanted to rekindle things with him, I would need to approach things very differently.
But it's not what I want.
I don't want to have to walk on eggshells constantly, watching my every word.
If it had been a relationship with him, with a bit of PTSD thrown in (so to speak) that would've been fine.
But it ended up being more like a relationship with PTSD, with a bit of him thrown in.
Anyway... I just want to heal from this.
So that I can genuinely move on.
With an open heart.
I don't want to be guarded and jaded, cos I'm carrying the hurt from this breakup around.
I want to fully grieve this and truly get closure - I want to understand and accept this with love and humour.
I want to stop being angry at him. I want to stop hating him for what he did.
I want to genuinely forgive him for being a frail human being, because we are all frail human beings.
I want to open my heart to the universe again.
I've been guarding my bruised heart protectively these past 2 years, the way we instinctively protect a broken arm or a sprained ankle... wanting to prevent further damage or pain.
I want my heart to be okay with the hard knocks it got and to fully heal and recover.
I want my heart to be older and wiser than it was when I met him.
I want to be able to laugh at how naive I was and at the well-intentioned mistakes I made.
I want to be stronger for having survived this.
And really, it's got nothing to do with him, anymore.
We broke up 2 years ago.
It's just taken me this long to understand it and to find peace with it.
And yeah, it's a weird way of saying goodbye to rant at the person you once loved more than anyone else on the planet that they should "Be real and talk now or stay out of my life".
But I guess it's my way of saying goodbye and I'll miss you and I wish things had worked out differently but they didn't.
Not perfect, but hey, what's ever perfect? :)
Thank you for your kind thoughts,
@Justmehere :hug: