The Great Disappearing Act

It’s amazing what the mind can do.   Self-sabotage has always been one of my biggest downfalls.  Unfortunately, even at the ripe old age of 31, I haven’t quite figured out how to stop it.  I begin to lose weight, then binge, I start to get super fit and then get a terrible poison oak rash on my ass, this pattern continues.  This self-sabotage follows me into my love life as well.

Two weeks ago I was on cloud nine, thinking that finally it was all coming together.  I locked in a great job that I actually care about, my face was clearing up after a four month stint of my skin thinking I was a pre-pubescent teen boy, and I met a great guy from the east coast who seemed open to the idea of a future relationship.  

After a lovely Sunday of wine tasting, dinner and comfortable car rides we had “the talk”.  We discussed where we thought our relationship was headed, and for the first time ever I was truly honest.  I told him I liked him, I liked spending time with him and wanted to see where things went.  I also explained that I had a lot going on and that I wasn’t ready for anything super intense, no move in boyfriend, but that I didn’t want to continue hanging out with someone who wasn’t open to the idea of one day, possibly developing a relationship.  And to all of this rambling, he replied, “I completely agree”.  He left my house that night with my flashlight and an agreement that we would try to get together that next weekend.  It has now been over two weeks and I have not heard a word from him…

Often times my hubris gets the better of me.  I may be crazy on the inside but I will be damned if any man ever sees that they have hurt me.  I am determined to never appear broken or affected.  I put on a solid facade of being strong, independent and leading a fulfilling life. Due to this I do not tend to reach out after being rejected.  I will try twice, just to know that I did make an effort, but after that I stop, no way someone will make me feel pathetic.

I texted him once, very casual, I texted him again the next day, still very casual and then I heard crickets.  Neither of these texts went through as delivered, so I gave it the benefit of the doubt that he never got them.  This still didn’t explain why he had not tried to contact me at all.  But as always I made a million excuses for why and then a week later I made one last attempt and sent him a simple, “Hey”…this one completely failed to send.  The secret crazy person inside me went onto the dating site where I met him and checked his profile, he hadn’t been on there for three weeks and he doesn’t have a facebook so estaintaly he has disappeared.  

For a full week after we had had our talk I was walking up in the middle of the night clenching my jaw.  I was so worried that the other shoe was about to drop and that I wouldn’t be able to handle it.  It has been such a long time since things had been going my way I was terrified that it would all fall apart.  I kept convincing myself that I deserved this, that the other shoe had dropped a million times over and this was karma for all the hard work I’d put in.

In reality I sabotaged myself.  I wasn’t able to mentally overcome what had always been my truth.  I thought so much about it not working that he actually disappeared.  And if that wasn’t enough self punishment to get rid of the only relationship prospect I’ve had in a long time, I then ate a bunch of junk, my face broke out again and now I am once again alone, sad and feeling unlovable.  I guess I got exactly what I wanted, to be back in my comfort zone of unhappiness.  If only my mind were strong enough to convince myself that I deserved love, a good body, face and a good life.  Why is it that I think I deserve to suffer so much?



About D.D.W

Life can be a little hard at times, I write about it to make it a little less painful.

One response to “The Great Disappearing Act”

  1. The Bold Bluebonnet says :

    All I see here is a girl being honest and a guy who doesn’t deserve her. Don’t beat yourself up! It’s not like you lied, cheated, or made a elaborate plan to dupe him. I think it’s one of three possibilities. Either he really likes you and doesn’t want to look clingy, so he drops off the face of the earth for a while. Or he lied and is not interested, in which case he’s the jerk who should be feeling bad, not you. Or he wanted something more serious and you just weren’t what he was in the market for. It’s not anything against you, it’s only a difference of where you are in your life versus where he is in his. At any rate, if he doesn’t call by the end of the month, that fool isn’t worth the time of day. Lot’s of fish out there, no sense in wasting your time on one little minnow.

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