I am very unsentimental and hate romanticism. I tend to think that if you can't get over an ex, it says more about you being unhappy with your current life circumstances than about "true love" or anything like that. But I have one very strange situation with an ex that I could use some objective opinions on -- I know that I see it one way inside my head, but perhaps it looks very different from the outside. I will try to keep this story as brief as I can, but bear with me please.
So, the one and only relationship I had that I would say was truly based on warmth and mutual respect ended a few years ago. It ended because the guy moved away and didn't want to make things serious enough for me to move with him. He was very open about wanting to travel the world and not being ready for the kind of relationship that we had. I often think back to this man and this relationship because we never fought, we never raised our voices at each other, and there was this incredible unspoken understanding between us. When we were together, it really was like the rest of the world ceased to exist. In short, it was like a fairy tale, and I don't even like fairy tales.
I kept in touch with this guy throughout the years and he now lives in Moscow, which is not far from me. Some of my friends in Moscow are aware that I am pregnant and they know the whole story. Somehow or other, it got back to him through mutual acquaintances. He sent a series of awkward emails in which it was clear he wanted to ask me something but was afraid to overstep his bounds, then ultimately ended up saying he needed to talk to me over Skype. I told him I'd prefer the phone, he called and after a lot of very awkward stuttering, said he'd heard rumors I was pregnant and the guy had taken off. He sounded like he expected me to say it was all untrue, but I didn't, and I kept it all very short and impersonal, saying simply, "Yeah, it's true, I'm doing it alone, but I don't want to talk about it." And that was pretty much that. He suggested getting coffee if we are ever in each other's cities, I agreed.
But now ever since this conversation, I keep thinking about how I am having another man's child and it's terrible that it wasn't him. I know he has gotten back with an ex-girlfriend and I don't think he contacted me wanting to get back together, but I was shocked to hear the pain in his voice when he called me that day. Though maybe it wasn't pain and was just him feeling uncomfortable? I don't know. I guess I am wondering if I am maybe, on a subconscious level, not really, sincerely missing him at all but rather trying to distract myself from my current circumstances? Ugh. Sorry for the novel. Any feedback would be appreciated.
So, the one and only relationship I had that I would say was truly based on warmth and mutual respect ended a few years ago. It ended because the guy moved away and didn't want to make things serious enough for me to move with him. He was very open about wanting to travel the world and not being ready for the kind of relationship that we had. I often think back to this man and this relationship because we never fought, we never raised our voices at each other, and there was this incredible unspoken understanding between us. When we were together, it really was like the rest of the world ceased to exist. In short, it was like a fairy tale, and I don't even like fairy tales.
I kept in touch with this guy throughout the years and he now lives in Moscow, which is not far from me. Some of my friends in Moscow are aware that I am pregnant and they know the whole story. Somehow or other, it got back to him through mutual acquaintances. He sent a series of awkward emails in which it was clear he wanted to ask me something but was afraid to overstep his bounds, then ultimately ended up saying he needed to talk to me over Skype. I told him I'd prefer the phone, he called and after a lot of very awkward stuttering, said he'd heard rumors I was pregnant and the guy had taken off. He sounded like he expected me to say it was all untrue, but I didn't, and I kept it all very short and impersonal, saying simply, "Yeah, it's true, I'm doing it alone, but I don't want to talk about it." And that was pretty much that. He suggested getting coffee if we are ever in each other's cities, I agreed.
But now ever since this conversation, I keep thinking about how I am having another man's child and it's terrible that it wasn't him. I know he has gotten back with an ex-girlfriend and I don't think he contacted me wanting to get back together, but I was shocked to hear the pain in his voice when he called me that day. Though maybe it wasn't pain and was just him feeling uncomfortable? I don't know. I guess I am wondering if I am maybe, on a subconscious level, not really, sincerely missing him at all but rather trying to distract myself from my current circumstances? Ugh. Sorry for the novel. Any feedback would be appreciated.