Had a really hard conversation with BG last night.
I had found he had “liked” an article about an ex on LinkedIn.
And somehow it didn’t feel right. Didn’t fit the story as I know it.
He rarely uses LinkedIn. They only dated for a few months, and I only heard that she was “needy” and it ended fairly badly. All about him being in her city when he knew she was busy, so didn’t contact her and she got seriously pissy, blah, blah, blah.
So, the “like” was only nine months ago.
Gut was screaming, “Paula! Remember all those red flags you ignored with Rog, because he would never cheat….wake up girl! This is a bit weird. Talk to him.”
Eff you, gut. I like burying my head in the sand!
So, I made myself call him last night. I also needed to communicate with him that I am missing our daily good morning texts.
As expected, he got on the front foot. Defensive. A bit loud and blustery. That is him. I know this now. So, disappointed, video chatting, I sat waiting for him to run out of steam.
I quietly explained that it felt off. Asked if he is in touch with any other exes, other than the ones I know about. The mother of his adult stepchildren, and our now mutual friend, Colleen.
No. He said Chrissy (his “big love”) contacted him last year on his birthday. I knew that. He told me at the time. I saw no replies. I believe he didn’t respond. His actions have indicated he is not in touch with her.
But Rog had an exGF he apparently didn’t like.
Except to text multiple times a day. Oh and to fuck as often as they could manage to get together…
So, I am now the suspicious girl. Neat, eh???
I HATE IT SO MUCH!!!
But, the chat went well after his initial defensiveness. He understood why I had to ask. He was surprised, as he couldn’t recall liking the article. And said he thought I had stopped the good morning messages, so he stopped, not wanting to look the needy one.
I said to him that we are at the hard, meaty part of a relationship. When shit has got real. The honeymoon is over, and we are trying to work towards a way to be together. He said it worries him, as “all he has to bring to the relationship is earning power.” His decent salary. And he is trying to give that up, and reinvent himself. It’s risky. And scary as hell at nearly 57.
Of course, it isn’t all he has to bring. But I get what he meant.
I quietly explained that communication and trust – things we have been pretty good at – are more important now than ever. I am finding separation harder and harder.
So is he. He physically exhales when he sees me and has become quite mushy about me, something he held back for the first years.
But I can and will continue to do it, until we both get on our feet, securing our respective financial futures as best we can.
I told him that me asking him that question was extremely hard for me. He doesn’t know the old Paula. He’s only ever known the post apocalyptic version of me.
I used to be so chill.
I told him that.
He threw his head back and roared laughing, “you are sooo chill, babe. You must have been practically catatonic before!”
But I NEVER had to ask Roger, “why did you like your ex’s article,” like a whiny, jealous bitch.
Did I tell you how much I hate it???
There are other, personal things we talked about, too. I didn’t bring it up, he did.
I’ve shared before about our mismatched libidos.
I have kind of left that conversation for now. There are more important things. And I have assured him that the lack of sex is not a deal breaker. I love him for being a good, honest, fun human. Not for how he can make me writhe in bed!
I had one of those. He made me very sick.
He broke me.
He shattered my ability to trust people.
He stole my joy. My peace. My ability to sleep through the night.
My financial future is much harder since he left.
I think I can manage without constant, passionate, mind blowing sex, with this kind man. Doesn’t mean we can’t be more mindful of each other’s needs.
And I know he feels this, because he brought it up.
“I thought distance would make me hornier. Seeing you irregularly, it’s such a delight when we get together. But then I get all anxious. That I’m not pleasing you.”
So, performance anxiety. We all know about this. I never thought I would cause it, lol. Me. So intimidating! Lol.
I just said, “we’re okay babe. As long as we keep communicating. Keep being kind to one another. You have nothing to prove. It’s just me.”
He has struggled when I bring up hard stuff. He tends to catastrophise things. “Oh, you have a problem, that must mean you want to leave me!”
I spoke to that. After he wound himself up.
It’s not relationship ending, to talk about problems, or question things. We talk so as to try to prevent the relationship ending.
He has never had decent relationship last past four years. So he’s always assuming he does everything wrong. That it’s just a matter of time before I walk out on him.
And I continue to blog, to help me stay accountable to myself.
And to try to overcome my triggers, blocks, fears. To try to reinforce my recovery from abuse and trauma.
It’s important. To de-stigmatise the traumatic effects of infidelity. Of being thrown on the rubbish pile after giving yourself to another for decades.
Until he used me all up, believing I was worthless now.