She fucking did to me again. I can’t believe she lied this time. Actually, I did it to myself, I know what I’m getting into. I know how she struggles with telling the truth. I really should only blame myself.
My ex and I started talking after an 8 month hiatus. Long story short, we hung out last weekend. Anyone who know us can tell exactly where this story is headed. It’s always the same. One or both of us fucks up and everything falls apart. It all ends in tears or anger and everyone’s sad. Wah boo hoo
She lied about fucking someone of course. I don’t even care she fucked someone else, I care she lied. Yes, it’s none of my business because I’ve been sleeping with other people. But, I asked her flat out and she lied to my face. She could have told me the truth or chose to decline to answer. Instead, she lied.
Now I’m annoyed at her and want to walk away. But there is a part of me that I wants to be spiteful and get back at her. But why? I’ll be the one who ends up feeling like a dick and having to deal with the consequences of my actions. Cleaning up the wreckage of using someone as a pawn to hurt her. It’s childish, stupid and makes me want to slap myself. But that’s where my brain still wants to go by default.
Einstein never actually said ” The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results,'” but whoever did was absolutely right. I want her to change and be the person she used to be. I know that’s wrong and I shouldn’t want to change her, but I do. I want her to be better and hold me accountable to be better as well. But my fantasy is far from reality.
I act like I’m her father-figure, telling her how she should be living her life. Meanwhile I’m a hypocrite who keeps making shitty choices in my own life. My need to control is one of my biggest character flaws and the reason many of my relationships fail.
I want to be a family with her and her son. Being with them was the only time I ever felt connected to a family unit. I cling to that feeling. Occasionally I let it go, but somehow it brings me back. I’m stuck in a loop. A loop of my doing.
Choices and actions dictate life. Making shitty choices gets you stuck in a loop chasing your dick around like a toddler just hoping life will get better. Making difficult, positive choices can feel uncomfortable and won’t guarantee your life will become everything you’ve ever imagined, but it’s an opportunity to get out of the vicious loop of insanity. I’ve said it before, life boils down to three things: Action, choices and chances. The more action you take, the better choices you make, the more chances you get at living the life you want.