While commenting on one of kruuyai's posts, I was struck again by one of the patterns in my previous relationships. This one is for keeps, but when it became apparent that each of the others wasn't, I was the one who let go first.
I was the one who ran, the heartbreaker. Except once.
That once taught me a lot about relationships, and about what I did to those guys along the way. It didn't keep me from doing it one more time, though (to the guy I was dating when now-DH admitted he had feelings for me), and I'm just not proud of the me who was capable of walking away from most of those guys.
After ending things with my high school boyfriend (remember I've never quite been "my age" so don't write this off as teenager-type drama - I'm probably about 37 now if I were to give myself an age), who cheated but whom I now believe did - and does - love me, I was roughed up inside. I don't think it showed, but I hated hurting him the way I did - I just didn't see any other way.
I've never been one to stay single very long at all, but it was a surprise to me that I struck up such an easy friendship - and then relationship - with one of my brother's online chess partners. The guy was in his early twenties, a French college student who'd broken up with his fiancee a few months back. He was funny and sweet, and he'd set up his webcam and make silly faces to make me laugh when I'd had a bad day.
He even wrote a long email to my mom when she expressed concern that I was falling for someone online. In his email (which I got hold of as soon as I could :-D - a cat's got nothing on me, curiosity-wise!), he sweetly stated his "honorable" intentions toward me and how much he cared and was looking to do the right thing and all of that. My mom was quite impressed.
We spoke eventually of things like love and the future. He called me a few weeks after I started college, wanting to hear me sing. I just wanted to listen to him talk with that thickly accented English, that playful, lighthearted voice forever (and I denied his request, as I have even to my best friend thus far). He playfully teased me about leaving him for a half-dozen college guys, and spoke of possibly coming to visit during the holidays. I was thrilled.
Everything was finally getting better.
Sometimes he wasn't around on weekends - that was fine; I was adjusting to college life, making friends and figuring out campus, being blown away by the mountains around me, etc.
Then the pauses between communications started getting longer. Suddenly I realized it had been more than two weeks since we'd spoken via email or any other means.
I mentioned the strange absence to my brother, who still played chess with my guy sometimes, and there was a long pause on the phone line.
"I thought he told you," he finally muttered, and I heard the anger building in his voice.
"Told me what?" I asked, though my tongue didn't want to release the words.
"He got back together with his fiancee - they got married about a week ago."
Thus ended my one and only online relationship. Ah, lessons.
That's the only real time I've had the door slammed in my face or been caught off-guard by the end of a relationship, and he didn't even have the stones to tell me. Sometimes an after-the-fact sorry just doesn't go far enough.
All's well that ends well, and by the time he broke up with me via marriage to someone else, I was forming a friendship with the man who is now my husband. :)
Besides, I hated France the one day we visited it while DH and I were with MIL and FIL last month. I don't think I would've been happy there. ;-)
I'm the one who leaves. I don't get left - except for that time. It's kind of a moot point now, since I'm not going anywhere, but I thought it might be interesting to somebody somewhere. It's not something I like about my past self.
How about you? As a general rule, were/are you the one packing your bags, or the one left in the doorway watching the car drive off - or have you experienced a fair mix of both?



