Just when you thought it couldn't get worse...
So, Saturday came and with it came my Ex-Fiancée to get her stuff from our my flat.
With her also came the guy she left me for. He didn't go into the house since I told her beforehand that he will not be let in. So he just sat on the back of his transporter, hands in his pockets, smiling. Yay, right?
Apparantly he was the only one allowed to drive that transporter, at least that's what she told me after I asked her why she had to bring him here.
Anyway, trying to push the image of that smiling POS as far away as possible, she came with a friend of ours aswell as a friend of that new guy. To make it short, the move itself wasn't that special. They emptied her wardrobe and dismantled it, before they brought it downstairs to the transporter along with boxes full of her stuff.
We talked a few bits here and there. I asked her if she still doesn't smoke (we quit smoking about 6 weeks ago together). She said yes. I asked her if she is still doing the calorie counting we used to do together (both lost about 55lbs/25kg). She said yes, but that it doesn't matter since she will probably never be content with herself and that some people maybe just don't deserve to be content. I asked her if she already visited her mom since she is pretty distraught because of the whole situation. She said no. I said she should.
We went through the flat while she collected her belongings, all the while the two guys put stuff in boxes or worked on the wardrobe. The whole situation felt so surreal. She was pretty quiet, but the guys were doing the usual jokes people do while moving. Which is ok I guess, but still felt strange considering that they were removing stuff that used to be ours. Part of our life together. Leaving nothing but emptiness and broken memories behind. I feel like jokes and having a good time is the right emotion to do that, yeah.
Something I noticed during those two hours: whenever the new guy's friend asked her something, like if she has newspapers to wrap the cups, she said something along the lines of "no, we don't have newspapers here", so still talking of "us" meaning me and her, aswell as in the present. Maybe it's nothing, but I noticed it.
Anyway, all that, including that smiling guy sitting below my living room window made it easier for me to be kinda cold. And I was really proud of how well I seemingly got through the whole ordeal.
Then came the parting.
After everything was done (and a few minutes of arranging the boxes and pieces of wardrobe between their two cars, all under joking and laughter) her and I were alone for a few minutes.
She said her goodbyes to our cats. Then we stood there, looking at each other.
I told her that I hope she will find real happiness some day. One within herself. Not one from outside. She shrugged her shoulders, saying she doesn't know. I said that I tried to make her happy. She said "I know". Then she pulled me into her and hugged me like she didn't do in a long time. I said that we would have succeeded with trying to make her really happy. Still hugging me and caressing my back, she told me thank you for everything, and that she is sorry. That she never intented to hurt me. That she wasn't good for me and would not have been able to give me what I deserve.
That teared me apart inside.
I always tried to show her how much I love her and that I see her as good enough. More than good enough.
We talked a bit more, inbetween she hugged me two more times, always pretty heartfelt.
I asked her if she already regrets what she did. She thought for a moment, then she said "no, as yet I think I did the right thing".
I promised my family that I won't cry. That I won't show her how hurt I am. And I almost made it through.
Came the last hug. I just couldn't hold myself back and said "you know that I meant it when I said you were the love of my life", she whispered "I know" into my ear. A tear or two came rolling down my cheek. I didn't see tears on her face, but she seemed to wipe one away before this last hug.
She laid her head on my chest for a moment. Stood up, looked me in the eyes and said "I am sorry". She caressed my face with her hand one more time and then she went through the door. After the door shut close I fell down on my knees crying like I didn't cry in a week.
When they left, she looked up to me through the window. Her look was a sad one. Then they drove away. She in the car with our friend, behind them the transporter with all the stuff that were her part of our life together, driven by the guy she left me for.
I don't know if I ever felt so empty like I did standing there and watching them drive towards the end of our street.
Oh, and tomorrow's my birthday. I am not looking forward to that too much...