Okay, Greg and I never actually screamed at each other (well, not in person like this), but this is DEFINITELY how I felt when I was around him. |
Clearly it has not
been wedded bliss with Greg, but there I was, trying yet again to forge ahead
with him. I made him a nice homecooked meal (+dessert!), and I thought it was a
perfectly good evening. Could there still be a chance for Greg and I to work
out? I’ve always thought and felt that when it’s the right person, I’ll just
know, and that there will be a connection between us. With that said, I’ve also
never been very successful with anyone and maybe that’s because of me. Maybe
I’ve gotta get rid of this fairytale in my heart and realize that it won’t
happen that way. Maybe I’ve been wrong all along, and love will take time to
develop. Maybe it really is me. Orrrrr maybe it’s Greg. Reason for this
thought? Because apparently it was awkward that, during dessert, we sat across
the table from each other instead of next to each other. He told me his
feelings about the dessert ‘awkwardness’ during his break up speech to me. Yes,
you read correctly. HE broke up with ME.
He cited our
differences in how we view situations—you know, I view them sanely and
correctly, and he views them with some definite emotional distress. I was
incredibly surprised that Greg ultimately stated, “I really just can’t get over
what I said to you in those texts. I can’t forgive myself for it. I feel so bad
that I said those things to you, I don’t know how I can recover and how we can
move on.” Welp. Umm. For once I was speechless. He sounded so genuine that all
I could say was, “I know things have been tough. I try to look to the future,
and while I wonder what could happen between us, I won’t force you into
something you don’t want.” And that was it. He was gone.
I should be relieved
that Greg broke up with me (at least he mostly shouldered the blame for it not
working out), and, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that I can go back to being
myself. My blunt-no filtered-joking around-self. However, I can’t help but notice
that this is another fail. Greg actually wanted me. He wanted to give me the
life I’ve always wanted. He was taking things seriously (eek! a little too
seriously!) What does it say if I STILL can’t make it work with someone like
that? It must be me.