He washed his hands of me

I found this email in my sent folder just now – and read it again before deleting it permanently.  I sent this on February 7, just a week after he broke it off with me.  He never responded.

I’m still very sad and miss us terribly.  And I’m flummoxed that you didn’t try talking to me about this before ending things so abruptly.  All you would have needed to say is, “I don’t have those strong feelings for you yet” or “You need to slow this down” or “I need us to continue as we are for a while” or “I need some time on my own before getting in another serious relationship” or “I like hanging out with you, but I don’t know it will ever go further than this.” I’m just confused as to why you chose to fly the plane directly into the ground rather than talk to me.  I guess you REALLY weren’t vested in our relationship. I ‘m astonished.

J.,  I’m sorry for continuing to bother you when I’m sure you would much rather just wash your hands of me, but I’m just trying to process and understand what happened and why.

A month and a half later, I’m still dumfounded that after the time we spent together he wouldn’t have the empathy to  respond to me. I’m also pissed at myself that I said “I’m sorry,” even in this context, He fucking deserves to be “bothered” and he definitely doesn’t deserve an “I’m sorry.”

STATS:

Days since I contacted my ex:            17

Days since I’ve searched for my ex:   6 (I almost did on FB today, but I stopped myself)

What I am grateful for: the homemade vegetable and bean soup that’s waiting for me at home tonight.

Nine Percent Chance

ROB  So, what, you haven’t definitely  decide to dump me?  There’s still a chance we’ll get back together?

LAURA  I don’t know.

ROB Well, if you don’t know, there’s a chance, right?  It’s like, if someone was in the hospital and he was seriously ill and the doctor said, I don’t know if he’s got a chance of  survival or not, then that doesn’t  mean the patient’s definitely going  to die, now does it?  It means he might live, even if it’s only a remote possibility.

LAURA I suppose so.

ROB So we have a chance of getting back together again.

LAURA Oh, Rob, shut up.

ROB Hey, I just want to know where I stand.  What chance —

  LAURA– I don’t fucking know what chance you fucking have!

 ROB Well if you could tell me roughly it would help.

 LAURA Okay, okay, we have a nine percent chance of getting back together.  Does that clarify the situation?

ROB Yeah. Great.

High Fidelity, 2000

Although I know the possibility of him wanting me back is slim, even less than Laura’s nine percent, I cannot help ruminating on it.  Usually, it happens in the morning, when I’m in the shower and putting on my makeup.  My whirring mind has made me late for work more than once these past few weeks.

Would I accept him back?  I don’t really know.  I loved him,  I truly did – and I miss him terribly.  But, can I really settle for someone who could treat me so indifferently as he did when he broke up with me?

I don’t know what he wants – and I probably never will.  I was so good to him, but he was willing to take being alone over being with me, so he must have thought it was bad, even though he never said a word and we never fought.

I need to move on.  I need to stop daydreaming about his return.  It’s over. It’s over. It’s over.

STATS:

Days since I’ve contacted him: 12

Days since I’ve searched for him: 0

What I’m grateful for today:  Going for a walk this morning.