kyakitten -> A Crazy Mission (12/28/2007 8:31:37 AM)
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Hello Sirs and readers, I would appreciate your advice if you please. Four years ago I was with my first Master for about 8 months. We communicated constantly via email, phone and in person, although we lived 3 hours apart, and developed a very deep - an epic - loving relationship. Both of us were in open marriages at the time. We broke up because I worried about how I was complicating his life and suggested we might take a break to make things easier. (Good old topping from the bottom, there. Yep, I'm that dumb.) His life really was turning crazy (bad marriage, job) and he agreed. Over the next three years our correspondence dwindled as life got complex. My marriage ended, his marriage disintigrated, we both changed jobs. We kept up appearances via infrequent email; it wasn't until a few months ago I learned he'd left home 2 years prior and was living with a new sub. I could sense his unhappiness and begged him to meet me for lunch. We got together and... he is so defended now, has walls up like you can't believe. It's not personal, it's what he does when he's hurting. He basically makes himself an island. He told me about that back when we were together - which is when he also instructed me never to let him push me away because of that. So I am obeying that instruction. I am sending emails full of love and memories and dreams; I am clearing days to drive to his state just in case he's free; I am calling and leaving voicemail on a cell phone that is almost certainly directed straight to voicemail. I am conjuring up half-baked plans like moving to his town so that it becomes easier for him to see me. And rationally I feel like a fool. His replies are one-liners. There's never a salutation at the top, like he doesn't know who he's talking to. (I know that's routine for other people, but not for us.) Just a few drops of hope here and there - that lunch, one phone call, an emailed expression of gratitude or affection, and I keep putting my life on hold knowing that sooner or later he must come out of hiding and hoping that when he does our miracle will return. I keep vacillating - one moment I want to make some drastic demonstration of devotion and the next I am equally sure I must cut ties and move on. Meanwhile, I keep dropping pebbles into the well and wasting time debating myself whether the water is getting higher. What do I do? Thank you...
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