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I Have Warts

toadYes, my friends, I fully admit it: I am not perfect. Far from it, in fact. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for one thing, which means I’m in a constant battle with my brain chemistry. When I take my meds, I have very little sex drive, and when I don’t take them I’m miserable. I’ve tried switching meds several times, but never with good results. And I’m not the neatest person. I smoke pot, and I probably drink too much. And I have a bad habit of acquiring pets in need. The list goes on and on…I’m sure if you talked to my ex, he’d have a number of items to add. And he’s got flaws, too. Many of them are becoming more apparent to me with perspective, as I realize how long ago he must have checked out and stopped giving a shit. But here’s the thing: even after all he’s done, even knowing all I know about him, I still love him.

That’s the difference between us, I think: he loved who he thought I was going to turn out to be, and tolerated who I am. I love who he is, warts and all.

Of course, I have no real way of knowing who he’d be in a real, grown-up relationship because we haven’t had one. I don’t know what it would be like for him to sit down with me and say, “This is really, really bugging me and we have to do something about it,” and then to have us work together to fix it. Most of that kind of stuff came from my side, and we always did fix it. If something bothered him he either stuffed it or made light of it and assured me when I asked him that nothing was really wrong. (And apparently became resentful enough to make snide comments to others, but by then he’d already written us off, I guess, so why bother telling me?) He knew for a long time that he wasn’t happy, but claimed it was himself he wasn’t happy with. He promised again and again to seek help. And finally, he did. It just turned out to be the wrong kind of help.

I now fully believe my ex–whom I still love with all my heart though I am angry as hell at what he’s done–is a sex addict and a serial monogamist. I’m not even sure those are two different things. I think he loves falling in love, loves the hot, passionate, effortless sex that comes along with it, but can’t get himself to deal with the real-life, day-to-day stuff that makes a relationship work. So he sat here for I don’t know how many years wasting both our time ignoring our sex life and enjoying porn by himself instead until he got bored enough with porn that he had to escalate to sex chat,  then escalate to sex, then escalate to full-on chemical infatuation. This is a cycle he has repeated again and again. And that means no woman is safe around him unless and until he recognizes his problem and truly decides to get better. I know he’s not doing that now, because he refuses to give up his addiction. I do not envy her the heartbreak she has coming when he moves on again. But hey, maybe she’ll get seven years of illusion like I did.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote this:

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

I’m not sure I agree. As much joy as loving him brought me, the pain of losing him is worse than anything I’ve experienced. I don’t want to go through this again for anyone.

So here I am, up at 5am sobbing and packing the last of his stuff, saying goodbye to one of my little dogs who is going to live with his dad who he loves more than life itself. I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest over and over again.

Sometimes I don’t know if I can do this. This is one of those times.

4 responses

  1. I have the same issue with anxiety/depression meds. I’m a mess without them, but they kill my sex drive. I mean, obviously I’ll pick being sane over being horny any day, but it still sucks.

    December 31, 2012 at 8:18 pm

  2. Penntdreadful

    I must agree with Tennyson, and ignorance is not bliss when it comes to relationships. As one who has never had someone declare their undying love for me or to use me for anything other than a quick pickup, I’d rather take the joy of love, even knowing the heartache is only days/months/years away. Don’t give into the pain and despair, like Pandora, keep hope.

    December 29, 2012 at 9:44 pm

  3. The problem I have with Tennyson’s theory is it doesn’t explain the counter theory that ignorance is bliss.

    December 29, 2012 at 5:14 pm

  4. Wendy

    I am sorry you are hurting so much. I know what it is to have your life and illusions shattered. It’s happened to me more than once. He wasn’t who you thought he was. You are no longer who you thought you were. And nothing will ever be the same. At times like these I try to remember that life is change. I have never gone through that kind of pain without learning something and taking away, eventually, something good. You will keep breathing and existing for your family and your pets and even for the hope you will get through this. Then one day you will realize you are happy again. That you have evolved and don’t even wish to back. That day is coming Rosie. I pray it’s soon. Love you xo

    December 29, 2012 at 3:02 pm

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