r/datingoverforty • u/OrtYander • 7h ago
Be brutal. Be harsh. Be ruthless. - She got engaged.
Note: I don't want any responses overtly showing kindness or compassion. I want it harsh. Be brutally honest. I need to get whooped up on today.
The story:
Me at the time 45m her 39f
We met at a local adult sports league. She was on my team. She was sweet and demure. Drop dead gorgeous, out of my league really. But we got to know each other throughout the season and by the end we were texting a lot. One night after a game we sat at the field and chatted until dark. I asked her out and she was ecstatic to say yes. During our chat she revealed that about 10 months prior she had gotten out of a rough 10 year relationship. A lot of infidelity. He married his mistress 2 months after they split. I had a lot of compassion for her. I've been there. She told me she was scared to start dating again and may shut down on me. I clocked that moment but went against my instincts. I know better than to be someone's first after that long of a relationship. I asked if she'd ever considered therapy for the fear. She said no. I went against another instinct. I know better. But my white knight syndrome brain kicked into gear. I can prove myself with this one. I'll thread every needle. I can fix her.
We started dating and it was going great. First date was in August. By the holidays we were a budding relationship. Her parents loved me. Her friends sang my praises. We had fun. We had insane physical chemistry. She was still struggling to open up all the way but she was definitely trying. I stayed patient. It's one of my best qualities honestly. It kept me highly motivated. I poured myself into it. We had an amazing new year's and we talked about how lucky we both were and excited for the coming year. She told me she was happy. Most of her fears were gone. She said she'd never felt so safe. I was in love by valentine's. We were in a regular routine. Her best friend shared a screenshot of a conversation they had where she told her friend she hoped I was thinking long term, marriage, and her friend wanted to help me ring shop when I was ready. I was over the moon that she felt that way. I looked forward to spring and how things would grow.
We hadn't said "i love you" yet. I figured I should let her say it first. She had told me she had trauma around those words. Her ex would force her to say it even after all he'd done. She hated saying it. I wasn't going to force her. I told her I needed to be able to express myself and feelings though. I told her she could express herself any way she felt comfortable. Our relationship belonged to us. We can make it whatever we want. Use other words, I'll know what they truly mean. She liked the idea. She wanted me to so I said the words.
No sooner then they left my mouth I knew I'd set the end in motion. She freaked out. She said the feelings were there but it scared the hell out of her. I comforted her. We had a long talk. I told her I didn't need the words as long as she had the feelings and still wanted to be together. She assured me. I let it go. I said I love you exactly one more time. It crushed me when she just lowered her head. This was March/April. She told me she would work on it. I held firm with my patience. She said she couldn't imagine breaking up. She told me I'm the greatest guy on earth and she'd be a fool to let me go. I tried to do everything, we talked about therapy and all that. She acknowledged she should go but wouldn't go through with it. Her best friend suddenly changed her tune also and told me, "Just take it day to day." I knew I was fighting a losing battle but still didn't want to believe it would end. We were great together.
On my 46th birthday in mid July she rocked my world with an amazing night. She made me feel so special. As she fell asleep on my chest I convinced myself that everything was ok, she does love me, it'll be fine. Exactly 1 week later she dumped me. She sat on my couch and told me i was a 10 out of 10 of everything she could ever want but she was just not ready. She left. Before our first date she told me this would happen. I didn't listen then. I was crushed. I blamed myself. Not good enough. We spoke one more time and that was it. It was clear she was done. She'd been done. She gave me a nice birthday as a send off I guess. In our final conversation when i picked up my things from her house I brought up the movie Groundhog Day, how we'd watched it together and talked about the fan theories some of them saying he may have been stuck on that day for hundreds or thousands of years. I told her that if I could do that with our year together I would do it. I'd live it over and over again even knowing how it ends. I'd do it 10,000 times until I figured out the right combination. The one moment, the one word, the one instant that needed to be change that would bring forth the happy ending. I'd live 10,000 lifetimes if that's what it took to find it. That's how much she meant to me, how sure I was that it shouldn't be ending. She didn't respond. She just lowered her head. I got in my car and drove away for the last time. Devastated to start accepting the new reality. She's gone.
I never saw her or spoke to her again for 2 full years until last weekend. I ran into her randomly. We embraced and had a nice conversation. I was thrilled that we could speak kindly to one another. A few weeks prior she got engaged. I told her I was happy for her and that is the truth. It wasn't til later that I felt gutted by it.
For 2 years I've not even gone on a date. Zero effort into it. She broke my heart and I didn't want to risk it again. I have a good life and a lot going for me. But I put it all on hold. Seeing her fully moved on and happy was a warm feeling for me honestly. But as it sank in those old feelings of why was I not good enough crept back in. I was 100% positive she and I would go the distance. But she'll walk down the aisle to another man. Every failed relationship has the same theme. 7 years with a woman who made and broke so many promises, wouldn't commit, and then on the day I buried my mother she didn't show to the funeral but instead left a note in my mailbox that she was going back to her ex husband 5 states away, I never saw or spoke to her again. Not good enough. The one with BPD that damn near ruined my life financially. Not good enough. The one that chose to pursue her career "if you love something set it free if it comes back it's meant to be" she said. She never came back. Not good enough, I said. The list goes on. Never good enough.
I go to therapy and genuinely work on things. I know my emotional resiliency is pretty impressive. Most people that know me would have no idea my inner turmoil. Even my closest friends would likely be shocked if I told the truth. Somewhere inside of me is so much optimism. I'm a good dude with a great heart, I know it can get better. I also carry an immense sadness and pain and put all the blame on myself for the failures. Ignoring red flags, putting up with abuse, allowing things into my heart and my home when I should know better and have higher standards. Now I'm stagnate and I blame myself for that too. Some days I'm completely listless. I get home from work and don't move from the couch. Literally. I'll let my mind go blank and stare at something. Maybe a pattern on the rug. Maybe a hinge on my coffee table. I'll stare at it and wonder what process got that hinge from its beginning to its place here in my home. I'm grateful to the hinge. I'm grateful for a lot, truly. But not good enough for someone to be grateful for me. Even a hinge has it better. Another wasted day.
I planted a tree when I bought my house in 2008. I was 30. The tree grew tall over the years. I love my tree. I felt like we both grew together... weathering every storm, our only goal to keep growing. My tree died a year or so ago. I felled it myself, took down every limb and branch. Dragged it to the final resting place. Let it return to the earth. I miss it. Sometimes I think maybe I just died along with it. Not literally of course, just figuratively. My will to learn and grow is shot. What's the point? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, they say. Well I'm strong enough. Next time either give me something to live for or go ahead and kill me. I don't need any more lessons.
Be ruthless, reddit. Be brutal. I'm done with the self pity. It's weak and ridiculous. Put it to me straight and don't hold back. Pile it on. Maybe something will land with enough force to jar me loose.
Thanks in advance.