Love is tricky. Love can be very empowering. Love can also be very dangerous.
Yet, when it happens we are helpless. When it doesn’t we behave like fools.
I have no words to explain how I feel today. This one will be rather tricky….yesterday I was one step from fulfilling one of the dreams of my life. I was prepared it’s a dream, so might stay outside of my reality. I was also prepared to live it. As were my landlords, my friends, some of my colleagues, my son, even my parents! Once in my lifetime I really, really, really wanted something that would make me very happy and I had all the support I needed to cope with both gratitude of getting it as well as pain of the failure. All this support made me realise life is not about achievements but the life we share, respect and understanding.
There was also something else. Another dimension of my life, pretty unsuccessful. A paradox, since I am a linguist. I do not know how to communicate with men! Simple as that. There were only few important men in my life, most of whom stayed my friends even though we had a lot of pain on the way. But I think there might be only one who understood me truly, and he knows he still does. He is my soul mate.
But there were others. Most of my partners in the past claimed a lot of ownership over who I am and very often one of us had to step out and say – it’s too much. There were different types of love – intellectual, spiritual, physical, platonic, crazy and dangerous, painful…And I got tired. I met my ex husband whom I gave all my life, body, soul, art, and of course commitment. Something went wrong, as he proved to be a criminal and treated me as his garbage can, including kicking it. I took a rather brave step to stop it and so I broke free..from lies really. Sadly, by some, I am still perceived as a victim. Happily for me, experience has shaped me into a rather flexible, questioning, slightly distrustful but optimist person. I have learned the best of it, made the most of it in my daily life, actually build on it.
Met someone new. A perfect guy – really! Who would give me expensive presents, spend hours, days babysitting my son, travel hours to see me, and talk only about my troubles (not sure if putting aside his was a smart tactics). I decided to fight all my fears, worries and despite of myself, build something new…but I did it all on my own. I fell in love. I was left with it. I fell in love again and promised myself I will not do it again. I broke that promise too! My son fell in love with him. It all looked perfect on outside. I have never ever questioned my believes and my emotions like with that person. It did not work due to the lack of common understanding and maybe a little spark. I went to Cairo and saw the desert. I realised it was my heart!
Terrified I turned away, and decided to be on my own for a while. But person I was with fought for me, was still around – which my empty heart found rather painful as I needed peace…
And just then life faced me with a man who was a mirror of myself – broken, put himself back to normal again, stronger form his weaknesses – complicated in the same way as me. A man who smiled and I melted. A man whose absence made my bones ache…even though he did not touch me a single time…maybe once simply studying my tattoo, nothing more…magic! A man, who had so many women in his life I simply did not fit in, so I decided I have no power to continue with it. I decided to stop loving, chose rather practical approach. Earlier I did not know you can decide to stop loving, but now I know you can, at least to a certain extend.
The previous man was still fighting for me. A friend convinced me I made wrong judgements. I agreed. Tried again. Failed again. Completely lost it all. Asked for silence.
And yesterday, just when I was living my victory over the failure, I received another note with gesture to help. A message starting with ‘I do not think I have to tell you how I feel…’. A message with a lot of I’s, but not a single question. A message stating his life is full of wrong signs and that we we stronger together. All my thoughts turned into the blindness of it, lack of respect towards what I feel…some kind of ownership over my life…I cried, I could not sleep, I cried…
Today again I was asked to meet him as a friend, to talk, to sort out my life, but with the letter written in my head – plenty of hours to get rid of sadness – I had to go back and almost snap. Brake the strange wall of complete lack of understanding. And of course, end up being educated that I will be happy in a relationship is once I stop thinking of myself. Why is it that when we do not get what we want we throw into others face all the presents, commitments and support? It completely looses it’s meaning as help – as it becomes conditional! We all commit – time, support, trust – we give just as much as we take. But very often, and trust me – it does not happen to me for the first time – we want to take it back! How foolish! I feel I have wasted two years of my life, and I so didn’t want to feel this way…
It’s true. When it comes to relationships with men, I am an egoist. I think of how happy it makes me, how much I want to be with the other person. I FEEL I want to be with the other person, against all odds! I do admit it and I do put my happiness as measurement of quality of my relationship with a man! I do not measure love only in commitment, I am sorry. I measure it in the moments when I feel we are one. That, I think, is the most cruel and true state of my heart!
I am upset when men do not ask me right questions. I am upset when I do not get flowers. I am upset when I do not hear words every single day, because I am a poet, I live the power of words. I am upset if acts are not followed up by words, and vice versa. I am upset when I need to explain things that are obvious for me.
I feel happy, when I look into someone’s eyes and all the crucial elements of my and his existence are there….I know how much I can commit for someone whom I love, I have been there. The question is – whom do I choose to do it for?
I am so damn sad that all this lack of understanding causes pain – to him, and sadness – to me. I feel belittled, very small today, actually. And I know this experience, this road is shaping me. Something inside of me whispers that this is not good enough.
And thus I will mourn a bit. I will keep on walking, more carefully maybe, until I come across right person, right time, right place…for the price of not getting there at all. Maybe one day another dream of mine will come truth: I will sit down with Walker on one bench and look in one direction for a moment, silently, just before he smiles and…before I fly away again;)
It’s all about honesty and pride. I am sorry, I am a very proud person and I hope that there is more women out there who do not compromise and arrive to their destinations with dignity. Sometimes even for the cost of being called a ‘bitch’. Regardless of what others say, stay strong in your weaknesses!