I know, I know – I write on here far less than Star Trek feature films are released. Typically my writing here coincides with something occurring in my life that has me needing to get things off my chest.
Which is exactly why I’m writing now.
A few months ago I lost something that at the time I didn’t appreciate fully, didn’t think I’d ever lose, and completely took for granted.
My girlfriend.
Roughly three months ago if you’d asked me what I thought about my relationship I’d have a list as long as my arm of things that irritated me, or things I put the blame on her for. Fast forward to today and its like looking back on the last eight months or so of my life being run by a complete stranger. I honestly can’t fathom how the hell I found myself making the decisions I did back then. It seems that about a year ago I took one of the best relationships of my life down a path that I SHOULD have known was the wrong place for us to be at that time.
The last eight months of my life took me from a positive future in a new area with a bright, funny, beautiful girlfriend to a cramped, empty studio apartment where I turn the TV on just to cover up the silence that reminds me of what I managed to cost myself.
I was selfish, I was lethargic, and I somehow couldn’t see that moving in (let alone moving into a tiny ass studio) when both of us were on track for goals that required hard work and dedication was a recipe for disaster.
In the end what once was laughter, horsing around, and enjoying each others company had dissolved into stressful work lives paired with a huge financial crisis, stalling in our personal goals, and two people having zero personal space.
I took her for granted, ignored the issues in the relationship that I was creating and focused on what I considered to be her fault.
After a quiet breakup and two and a half months of no contact we go out for dinner and its like waking up from an eight or so month long blackout.
I have no idea why I did the things I did, why I made the choices I did and behaved the way I did. Its not like me, in so many ways – and it cost me what very may well be one of the most special relationships of my life.
I can only hope with time, some day we might get a chance to learn from our mistakes and give this another try. This time a little bit wiser.
I’m going to turn the TV back on, the quiet is really getting to me.
