Sometimes I feel like I won’t find love again. Not because I don’t want to find it, but because I don’t think I am capable of loving another person again with the sheer intensity that I loved my ex husband. I have loved people since, but it wasn’t the same. The walls that I built after the news of my ex’s infidelity are high. The bricks are tough and strong. A brick or two may have come loose over these past 18 months nearly, but I just can’t seem to view any possible relationship without scrutinizing every little detail.
Why does he like me? What does he want? Why is he saying nice things? What is he trying to achieve? I question every little thing and my God, it’s beyond tiring. For me and those involved. It takes the fun away from the chase because I’m too busy over analysing the other person’s facial expressions and actions when I should be enjoying their company and what could become. I question because when my ex husband left, I had several guys act like they wanted to console me when actually all that they wanted was sex. If that doesn’t make you query everything that someone who supposedly likes you does, then I don’t know what will! That was a really horrible and confusing time for me, and very unfair and gross that people who I once considered friends would try and take advantage of me in that way when I was especially vulnerable.
Now see, I love animals. They cheer me up and their love is unconditional. They ask for nothing in return. They don’t have ulterior motives (apart from food perhaps!) and they love honestly. They don’t hate or hurt. They don’t lie or cheat. They know when I am sad or upset and they use their own wonderful little ways to make me feel happy again. Why can’t people be more like animals? Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off on my own with my animals. No one to disappoint or hurt me. But I wasn’t made for this life. I am energetic, bubbly and I talk far too much. I wasn’t created to be left alone for long periods of time. Dammit, being an empath sucks sometimes.
Guess where I’m going this weekend…to see my ex inlaws. Lots of people are confused as to why I’m going to see them, but it’s not their fault that their son/brother is a dick. I was very lucky to have a special relationship with my inlaws and right from day one, they treated me like I was part of the family. Even now, they still do. I realise that this is not a luxury that many have and I was indeed lucky during my relationship with him, and now it appears that my luck continues even after divorce. His parents sent me some money for Christmas and asked me to come and visit, so this weekend will be the first time that I’ve seen them in nearly 14 months. I’m excited to see them all but also nervous. Their house holds many memories for me and knowing that his new beau has visited their home will probably make me feel slightly uneasy. Actually to be honest, I have no idea how I will feel. I do have a meditation class before I head off to see them though, so I hope that I will receive lots of love and light before my journey which will help me to deal with possible conflicting emotions during my visit.
Before I finish up, a very dear friend of mine sent me this little bit of wisdom yesterday. I think we can all relate in some shape or form.
With love, Darling Soul x