I disagree with the "people can change" ideology. People don't change - they can adapt for a time, but their personality traits and psychological makeup remains as it always was. Once a cheater, always a cheater is a prime example.
I am really hurting emotionally, having been mislead by a girl I fell deeply in love with. And yet, I couldn't let go. Once she finally admitted that she cannot handle a committed relationship, many months later, it was too late, for feelings and time had been invested. When a relationship ends, it is often done by one partner - the other is left with feelings. It's like toxic waste. You can't get rid of the waste; bury it, cart it away, what have you. It will always be there. The only time I was able to "move on" after a relationship ended (almost 4 years) was 8 years ago. We tried and it just didn't work. i finally admitted that to her, and she agreed - a mutual and expected, natural end. i wish all relationships that do not work out could end this way. BTW, her and I still friends to this day. But that isn't the point of my post...
I had been alone, without any physical or romantic attention from females for nearly 8 years after that when I met my now ex in June of last year. Not that I hadn't been trying before that, but at my age (50) it is very, very difficult to find someone who will be interested and accepting for what you are - not what you "don't have" in this stage of life. i don't have a lot, it seems, based upon the rejections and callous dismissals by women looking for someone. I've only had two real relationships prior to this most recent one - I don't count ones that lasted for a handful of dates. I've heard women talk about guys who've "got game". Well, I never got the instructions. I stumble along. i try to stay positive and upbeat. But it is so, so hard the older you get. I put myself out there. I also have my feet on the ground. A very depressing life event regarding a girl when I was in high school really messed me up. And I've been dealing with that ghost for over 30 years. I just continue to try, but I fail, and I'm reminded of that event all over again.
I'm still trying to cope with what happened this year. The girl I fell in love with. We met in passing years before; she was involved with someone else. It wasn't until we connected on-line that a warm friendship developed last year. We met in person when I was in her town four months later, and I felt like she really understood me. I wasn't worried about what she might think of me, or if she would judge me like a job interviewer, looking for the red flags while sizing up a potential candidate. It's like that for me when trying to meet someone. This girl - nope. She liked me for ME.
We met again for a real "date" soon after, and it was simply magical. This was a good four months after we had been writing and talking to one another almost daily - it wasn't an overnight sensation. and I am very, very careful to guard my feelings. She admitted to me that after her long search (she's a decade younger than I am) that I was "the man for her". I felt wonderful, but still, a little bit guarded. I then went out to stay with her for several days later that same month (November of last year) - and then, it happened - the moment that I knew, yes, that she truly was the girl for me, after my 35 years of loneliness, failures and disappointments. I recall exactly when it happened. Just a moment during my visit, when I looked at her, and she looked at me, softly smiling, right before kissing her.
But it was far from rosy. She had been seeing her ex, at certain times before, and during our involvement. I had no idea, of course, for she told me she was single (i know now that single really means that you are not married - it doesn't mean you are alone, devoid of physical companionship and sexual involvement with someone else). She confessed this a month later. I chalked it up to us being "new" and that, yes, I could accept her and forgive her if she really wanted "us". and she said she did. You can guess what continued form that point on. But it was far, far more emotionally damaging to my confidence and my psyche when her ex boyfriend sent me unsolicited e-mails, telling me what "they" were doing. She told me he was just very possessive and jealous. She was committing to me.
Everything went along great after that. We spent time together. She was my soulmate. I felt so blessed, and lucky! Her parents even liked me!
Until one spring day, I received another unsolicited e-mail. This was from another guy that my GF had dated a couple of years ago. But even tho they were not dating, they were shacking up, according to him, at least three or four times every month. He claimed that he knew what was going on with her and I, and that he felt guilty, but of course, he wouldn't stop his behavior. Why give up free , no-strings sex? It is easy to conduct a charade when you don't live in the immediate vicinity of your significant other. i was planning to move to be with her. We talked about it. and looked forward to that.
The only reason I ever read that e-mail was that only days before, she called me to nervously announce that she was pregnant. i knew right away i wasn't the one, based upon timing. She insisted that I was the only guy she had deep feelings for and that this situation wouldn't have to alter our plans. i was really knocked for a loop. i didn't know what to say. That's when I read that e-mail from one of her friends with benefits. Talk about timing. Everything came crashing down all around me.
Despite this, I still wanted to see her. So I did for a few days, but I could tell she was giving me the "distance" effect loud and clear on our last day. She barely spoke. I thought we could try and work things out. She had been getting help in therapy, and even her ex admitted she cut out all those "other guys" , including him, because she loved me. But she made a mistake getting involved with someone else for a night.
She's moved on. But I am stuck. I am so broken. Of course i would never admit that to her. And I would go back to be with her if I could. Just so I wouldn't cry when I see another couple together, or think of us when we were together, intimate, or just goofing around. some days, I am OK, even though I hurt. Other days, I feel so overwhelmed with sadness and just want to end it. time may heal wounds, but the pain will still be there.