The One That Should Have Never Been….
Full disclosure this is going to be hard for me to write. I started crying just thinking about writing this chapter.
I made another cup of coffee put on some John Mayer and am snuggled under some blankets…
I need to write this. It’s important because good, bad or otherwise it shaped me.
If you’re in my life maybe after reading this you’ll understand why I can shamelessly share random facts about myself but giving anyone my heart is almost impossible.
“The woman with the highest walls have the deepest love.”
When I met him I was dating the sweetest man named Ben. He was a bit younger, rode a motorcycle and would pop up with unexpected presents… but I couldn’t get past the fact he was younger than me.
So incredibly stupid some of the rules you make for yourself when you’re dating.
I definitely should never write a dating advice book.
I was DJing at a bar and he was staying nearby for business. Instant chemistry. He was completely different than anyone I dated. Had a good job, close with his family, he had this way. Green eyes, dark hair, freckles and an accent to this day I can’t place. And I don’t want to.
I’m grateful I will never hear that voice again.
It did enough damage.
It was a whirlwind to say the least. I think we were living together after two weeks.
The minute he moved in red flags started flying. He always had a slick recovery. Fantastic used car salesmen. Most criminal psychopaths are.
I kept the secrets and concerns to myself, because I was the idiot friend who when they hear stories of acquaintances in horrible relationships yelled the loudest I would never put up with that.
It’s amazing what you’ll put up with when you’re in it and are led to believe it’s your fault.
I did try to tell a few people but it never came out. When I did share years later it felt like a blip that I should of kept to myself.
Pro tip if someone is suddenly jobless after they meet you… run.
If you never meet their family… better be a stunning reason as to why.
I am being a bit light hearted but it’s decades later and the shame I carry at letting someone like him in my life weighs me down.
He stole from me
He cheated on me
He used our apartment to run a business that is not legal in our state
There’s more…but I can’t. It’s done and I’m not crying so let’s keep going.
I know the neighbors knew but it wasn’t until the day I kicked him out that my next door neighbor came and sat with me until the cops showed up. He just kept apologizing while he held my hand.
I can’t give the One that Shouldn’t Have Been much more because he doesn’t deserve it. He did a ton of damage.
And to be blunt somethings are better left unsaid.
What I know is I got out. I made it.
I am not a victim, I’m not a survivor I’m just a lady who had enough.
The tipping point wasn’t all the horrible things he did to me but the threat he made one night after a terrible fight. He threatened to let my new kitten out, which he had done once and had resulted in her being temporarily blind. I wouldn’t protect myself but… you get it.
Also,while I’ve had one cat since I’m a dog person…
But yes I’m incredibly guarded. I don’t trust very many people.
I’m a happy person with a heavy soul…sometimes it gets weird. *quote
Yup it does.
This relationship gifted me with a restraining order, a depleted record collection, horrible credit, and the promise to date “nice” guys.
I took a breather. I set some very strong boundaries. Then I met the nice guy but kinda like it seems to go… meh. Not really that nice…
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