When I set myself free of the expectations placed on me, I realized that pathway set before me was like walking in a lake, it looked like water, and at any point the solid ground below me looked as though it could fall through. I felt as though, I was walking on glass and the ground was going to shatter under my footsteps, but I decided to move forward and create a new pathway, a solid walkway.
He invited me long distance to meet his mother, I was going to be that way anyway, so staying to meet the mother of the man I had "fallen" so hard for was not a big deal. While in the distance, I had ran into a snow storm and due to my vehicle's history of not handling well in the snow, I was apprehensive and attempted to make contact with him, which failed. I waited around until I didn't have a choice, the snow storm had gotten so bad that I was not able to make travels back home safely. So, I had to find something to do. I did not hear from him until "bootycall" hours. In which he told me that he had not tried to contact me and told me a lie that I had figured out was just one in a series of lies. At this point I had a decision to make, because he wanted to know where I was and pretty much just wanted me in his bed.
I had a choice to make, did I want to continue to chase this fantasy of a reality that had been "inconveniently postponed for a night" or did I need to reach an understanding that this night was the reality. That he had no intention of introducing me to his mother, and that I had fell pawn to a game of deception that boys play to "win". At this point I had to recognize that this was my reality. I had to look at myself and recognize that this man had not committed to me, instead he dangled a carrot of a future relationship and I was the horse knowing that I wanted that $*#!ing carrot. When he recognized that I liked what I was getting and he saw what I was willing to give him, he turned on me like a rogue agent. He set me up to crush me and he knew what he was doing. I had to accept that he was not the man "I fell in love with", he wasn't even a man. He was a boy that had decided to play a game with the wrong lady. He wanted me to fall hard and lose my sense of self in his lies and deception. He wanted me to crawl to him in a state of helplessness, while accepting his complete disregard, his lack of value for the sacrifices I was willing to make for him. I knew that I had owed myself much more than that. He was nothing more than a stooge, because he was the butt of this joke and he fed me the punchline.
While I was waiting to be contacted and was stuck in a horrible snow storm I realized three things:
- No man that wanted to be a man to me would even chance me putting myself in that situation. A man that loves me wants to protect me and take care of me. He's not going to play petty mind games and take advantage of what I have to offer, he's going to make sure that I'm always being safe, even when it's annoying to me.
- I was the one that traveled such a long distance and allowed for it to get to that point. I am also the one that had to put a solid end to it. His disregard for my safety and well being was a clear indicator of what I was chasing. I was chasing a falsehood, that euphoria was my Moby Dick; a pathway that had become increasingly destructive and I was not going to chase the very creature of my demise. That deception of what I thought "love" was. I decided then, that I was done.
- I had to accept the gut wrenching truth that though he was a new space of freedom for me, I was nothing to him. He wasn't growing nor evolving. He was playing. I didn't even realize that his unhappiness was where he was frozen and he wasn't moving anywhere. We were stuck in his own mental game of freeze tag and my taps weren't unfreezing him. He only continued to remain frozen. To him we weren't teammates, I was "it" and the directive was to dodge me, not work with me. I knew that I didn't want that, I wanted a man that understood that even though the world may make him cold, my touch will always be warm enough to keep him moving, I want a man able to move forward. .
