My friend S has been seeing this guy for more than a year now and although she can't quite explain why they're still together, she admits he's just too nice to break up with. Every few months we phone each other to catch up and the first question I inevitably ask her is if he's still around. Honestly, I'm always surprised to find out that he is because I half-expect to realize he was only a figment of our collective imagination, but it probably won't be long before I discover he's going to be part of the scene permanently.
- So, is Skater Boy still around?
- (Pause. Sigh.) Yes, he still is.
- So when are you guys announcing the engagement?
- WHAT? Are you HIGH?
- You guys have been together now for -- what -- two years?
- One year. ONE.
- I dunno. I'd be willing to bet that next time you call me you're gonna be like, "Okay I just wanted to call you and tell you personally so you don't keel over when you receive the 'Save the Date' card in the mail this week."
- You ARE high. Never happening.
- Uhuh. Just like you said this wasn't going to last.
Part of me isn't surprised that S has succumbed to her guilty feelings; after all, a long time ago she had been in a seven-year relationship with K, whom she thought was her soulmate. Then suddenly, without a hint of a warning (even a psychic would have been caught unaware), he announced she wasn't "The One" and broke up with her. Since then he's been cavorting with groupies (he's a musician) and strippers. I was horrified to discover that my tough-as-nails friend had then promptly fallen apart, it was like someone had cut her open, pried all her bones off, and then left her sack of skin helplessly lying on the floor.
The moment I found myself wanting to do the same to HIM was the afternoon I sat beside her on the floor of the "Self-Help" aisle inside a bookstore. She was reading one of those "how to survive a breakup" type of books and then began to sob uncontrollably when she got to the chapter where the author wrote that it normally takes twice as long as the relationship lasted to get over someone ("That's 14 more years of my life," she wailed).
And just when she got through her pain (partly by numbing herself with alcohol and anti-depressants for a short but scary period of time), K returned and then left again, just as quickly. Over the years he'd reappear and try to slither his way back into her life, but lately -- finally -- she's stopped returning his phone calls.
So she can't possibly leave and break this new guy's heart, even if she knows that staying is unfair for both of them. Maybe she's hoping she'll wake up one day and find herself in love with him or that he'll simply walk away. Both scenarios are highly unlikely at this point, the former even more so because this guy's incredibly immature and has no real goals (or even plans) for his life, but especially since she's already convinced herself she's better off on her own.
- I'm telling you, you hang around him any longer and I'll get that wedding invitation in the mail soon.
- But I don't believe in marriage.
- Sure, you say that now.
- No really. I don't. I'm not saying I don't believe it exists or that it's only an urban myth. I'm just saying I don't believe in it. For me at least.
She knows I think she's wasting her time. I once told her that being in a relationship with a guy simply because he's in love with you isn't a good enough reason.
- It's like your 17-year-old neighbor tells you he's in love with you, that you're the only woman he'll ever be in love with. Do you hook up with him because he sincerely feels that way?
- No.
- Exactly. And Skater Boy is your 17-year-old neighbor. Only he's 27.
But because I love S deeply and only want her to be happy, part of me wishes she falls in love with him and they live happily ever after. Even if I don't believe in ever afters, only great, truly memorable moments. But mostly I wish K realizes too late he made the biggest mistake of his life when he took her for granted, and then spends the rest of his life pining for what he can no longer have. Just because he broke her heart and sometimes hearts don't completely heal and then people become altered, never quite the same again. People like my dear friend S.
(And, yes, perhaps even like myself as well.)





Oy, I don't have much patience for people like that. She doesn't want to hurt him so she won't tell him she doesn't love him until - what, 7 years? - goes by? How fair is that to him? She's just a coward as far as I'm concerned. Dishonest to boot. Didn't learn from the lesson life dished out to her, or is she taking out her hurt on someone else by making them suffer the way she did? What would be ideal is for her current insignificant other to realize he doesn't want her and dump her, thereby relieving her of the responsibility and the guilt.
Posted by: Anna | April 01, 2007 at 12:21 PM
Hey Anna - She'd probably agree with you that she's being chickensh*t. But dishonest -- no -- because she never tells him she loves him (he knows she doesn't) and she tells him she has her doubts about the whole thing, and yet he wants to stay. Maybe part of her is hoping he walks away, but for right now she can't tell him to get lost.
But here's the thing: good people are also often caught in situations where they know what they probably should do, but they can't -- at least for the time being. I know what that's like for sure, especially because it's so easy to rationalize things and delude ourselves when it's the easier thing to do.
I probably should have written somewhere that she's never lied to the guy. But we all know people who hope against hope that the object of their affections eventually comes around. I don't know if she ever will, but for now he's hoping. Unless he's just a masochist or likes the challenge (we know those types too, 'no?).
Posted by: Gigi | April 01, 2007 at 02:56 PM
I think part of the reason why it can be so devastating when your heart gets broken is the feeling that you didn't get any justice. I have a secret admiration for wronged women (and men) who can dish out one final act of revenge--the elegant kind where no one can (or would dare) pin it on you, yet you can recount the story to your friends every year on Valentine's Day.
Posted by: Kat | April 01, 2007 at 04:25 PM
Hi Kat! Hmmm, do you have any of those (personal) stories to share? :)
On my end, I wish I were creative (or diabolical) enough to have been able to do something like that. But the times I've gotten my "satisfaction" in the end wasn't because of planning or maneuvering on my part, but because the other party eventually realized what an ass he was. Works for me, too!
Posted by: Gigi | April 02, 2007 at 08:59 PM
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Posted by: Michael | April 03, 2007 at 05:23 PM