I’ve been pretty detailed so far on what made the relationship fail on his end of the equation. He isn’t overly adventurous. He isn’t overly ambitious. He’s overly fond of Apple products.
But I realize it takes two to (poorly) tango, so I’ve been obsessing thinking about what’s wrong with me.
You’re already well aware that I have a wee bit of a temper (iced tea, anyone?) but I don’t want to stop being feisty. It’s kind of part of the package. Yesterday, a friend said I was her hero for throwing a glass across the room and that she’d always wanted to do something like that.
Back in April, he decided we needed to have a “talk.” He assured me it wasn’t a breakup talk. He just wanted to take stock of our relationship, nip any issues in the bud etc. I thought it was a brave thing to do on his part and commended him for it.
One of the things that he brought up was that he thinks I’m too negative. Yes, I’m a cynical person (I work in the media, after all). It wasn’t uncommon for me to launch into a rant whenever he asked me how my day was. Since then, I’ve made an effort to perk up my attitude.
As such, when I noticed he was more quiet than normal, wasn’t saying “I love you” back on the phone and was being non-committal about future plans, I tried to suppress the paranoia. “No,” I thought to myself. “He loves you and this is just the kind of train of thought that could sabotage this relationship. You need to trust this guy.” So I put on a smile, and endeavored to enjoy myself in his presence even as he quietly sulked.
Before the breakup, I had also been thinking a lot about what constitutes a “deal breaker.” Do you dump someone ’cause he won’t go hiking in the mountains with you, travel with you, see live music with you? Do you dump someone because you’re less-than-satisfied in the bedroom department? (I won’t elaborate on that part, other than to say if we were ice-cream he’d be vanilla, and I’d be heavenly hash or Neapolitan or some other, more exciting, flavour)
“No,” I thought to myself. “These alone are not reasons to end a relationship. These are things you can work on to improve. These problems are solvable if both parties care enough about each other to work on them.”
A lot of good that optimistic spin did me. Had I just been my natural, pessimistic self, I would not have been so blindsided by the epic dumping. In fact, I may have ended it a lot sooner myself.
So the moral of the story is my character is inherently flawed and there’s not much I can, or should, do to change it. Someone out there just needs to accept it and love me anyway. Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
In other news, he cancelled on me again last night. So instead I went with two friends to see Shakespeare in the Park. There was something oddly satisfying about watching Othello murder Desdemona in a jealous rage. (Nope! no anger management issues here!)
Tonight two other friends are helping with the garden. He said he’d weed tomorrow. He says he wants to keep some of the leeks, but that I’m free to do what I wish with the rest of the produce. It’ll be interesting to see how this garden custody arrangement pans out.