I made a promise that I would write less about my breakup and try to focus on other topics (And I will) but this has to be said… I’ve had an epiphany.
My relationship ended and I was heartbroken. Then I found out that shortly after our breakup that she was seeing another guy (supposedly only after we broke up). It threw me into a jealous rage that resulted in some very inappropriate behavior.
She told me that she was afraid of me. That she’s feared what I would do next. She said that she was always looking over her shoulder and scared about me popping up.
I couldn’t understand how someone that I loved (and that had loved me as well) could ever be afraid of me. I mean she knows me. She knows the kind of man that I am.
Because I didn’t believe that she was scared I continued to make bad decisions which scared her even more and ultimately ended any chance of even a friendship, let alone ever getting back together.
The other night a friend of mine told me that this guy that she had been dating was stalking her and that she was terrified of him. Listening to her and hearing about what he had done shocked me….. it’s what I had done. Okay he went a little further than me but some of the stuff was the same. I mean I’ve never shown up unannounced at my ex’s house. I haven’t sent flowers to her job or shown up at her job but some of the other stuff was similar. True they didn’t have a long term relationship but again there was enough similarity to make me think.
I told her that I would contact him and ask him to stop. For the next hour or so, him and I went back and forth via IG message. He threatened me and told me that he knew I was lying. He knew that she wasn’t really scared of him. He said that she had told him that she loved him so that there was no way that she was scared.
Boom! This rocked me. Instantly my eyes were opened. I suddenly saw me in this guy and my ex in my friend. I was blown away. It finally made sense to me after I wrote this line to him, “it doesn’t matter whether or not you think she’s scared or if you think she’s overreacting, it’s about her and how she feels… it’s not about you, it’s about her”.
The moment I wrote that and realized what I had done I started to cry. What had I done to this woman that I loved? STILL love! How selfish and blind was I not to recognize what I had caused?
I could now sympathize with both this guy and my ex. From his perspective I could understand not believing that she was scared. I could see that he thought what he was doing was out of love. From her perspective I could see that the fear was real.
Now when I see her around town, I freak out. I don’t want her to think that I’m following her. I don’t want to add to the fear and anxiety. I’ve seen her twice since my epiphany, once leaving a restaurant and once coming out of our local movie theater. When I saw her my anxiety shot through the roof. I don’t think she saw me either time but just the fear that she could have made me nauseous. That’s the problem with a small town, you’re bound to run into each other. My epiphany only happened last week but I now find myself fearful of running into her.
As I sit down to write this on this cool Monday morning, sitting in this coffee shop, I almost have a sense of relief. I think that I can be a better person now that I have empathy for how my ex feels. Before I just thought that she was overreacting. That she was taking things out of context. Now I know, what I think is irrelevant. If she feels a certain way, that’s her reality and I need to respect that. I want to respect that.
It is probably way too late for me to have any chance to fix the damage I’ve caused with the love of my life. My punishment is living with the fact that I caused all of this. But maybe… just maybe, there is enough love left in her heart for her to see that this epiphany has changed me. It, along with the hours of therapy and friendships has turned me around. I’m still crushed. I still love her and I always will. I’m still in pain. But now my eyes are open and I am fully aware of my actions and their consequences.
Hopefully I get the chance to someday regain her trust, and ultimately, her friendship. Until then, I’ll just continue to work on me and hope that her kind heart will be able to forgive me.
