
Originally Posted by
ALovelyLady86
Lately I've been asking myself what is missing with Chris and I. Somehow we "just know" when something is wrong dont we?
When it comes to a relationship, he and I get along great, we are comfortable with one another, we understand each other, we are like best friends.
Those last 5 words are what made me realize that something is missing.
In the past year and a half, he has never looked at me with loving eyes. He has never been romantic. He has never been emotional.
Last night I decided to make him talk to me. Asking him to talk just doesnt work. I needed to make it a relaxing atmosphere with no distractions for him to change the subject. It worked well. We talked for about 4 hours straight.
I let him know that I was here for him, that I would listen if he wanted to talk to me, that he is a wonderful person and that he needs to be happy. I know at this point hes not a happy person. I let him know I care for him, and that no matter what happened with us I would be here for him because the way he feels matters more than anything at this point. I believe he needs a friend more than a girlfriend.
This is when he tells me about his past. He told me that 8 of his best friends when he was in high school committed suicide, and that his first love tore his heart out. He admitted that hes never felt that way about any other girl. That he was in love with her, and ever since her he hasnt wanted to open up in fear of someone hurting him again. He admitted that he didnt love his ex wife, that he didnt love any of his ex girlfriends, and he admitted that he wasnt in love with me.
It hurt to hear it of course, but I knew all along that was the case. It was more a sigh of relief for me, and I was happy he was comfortable enough with me to tell me these things. Thats all I've ever wanted was him to be comfortable with me and know I'm here to listen. He needs it.
I held him, and held his hands, and kissed his forehead, and told him he was deeply cared for.
I told him that things happen, really bad things happen. I let him know that I could definately relate. I've had a few friends die of course, not only that but an abusive mother to go along with it. I also let him know that I know what its like to have a first love who doesnt love you back. He is my first love.
I told him that he needs to realize that unless he can let go of the grudge he has for her, that he will never have a successful relationship with a girl. He will never be happy. I told him I know that its easier said than done, but nothing is ever easy when it comes to these things. I told him it was like alcoholism...you know you have to quit, and it wont be easy, but you have to do it for yourself.
Finally 2am rolled around, we got quiet, and we both layed down. I held him while he slept and he held me. It was nice to get things out in the open.