Aside from being sad and fairly heart broken over James, I'm for the most part really okay and it's something that will pass. The sadness and the pain isn't consuming my life; there's just a tad more of it than I'd prefer right now. I'm trying to feel the feelings and process them so that I'm not carrying them around as baggage in the future. I'm also struggling to do what's bottom line right and not be
that person who blames the wife and assigns roles of good guy/bad guy. I really do like the woman as a whole and I hate that she's in a situation that must be incredibly painful for her, made all the worse by the fact that she doesn't know why and what the problem is. I'm carrying ample guilt for my part in causing her any harm.
The fact is, while there may have been some tension between James and I, we did nothing wrong. We didn't actually begin an active romantic relationship until she was gone and set on divorce and when she came back into the picture wanting to work on their marriage we discussed what it meant for us, and I stupidly at the time encouraged him to try to make the marriage work because "it was the right thing to do." I guess my thought process was that doing the right thing and being there for his kids were enough to be happy with. Since she moved back home, we haven't done anything that could be construed as actively and intentionally wrong. He never for a second even suggested that we carry on our relationship in private while he was with his wife.
I realize now that isn't the case and if I had it do over I'd tell him to do what makes him happy. I also told him at the time that he needed to be honest with her and let her know what was happening inside with him. He didn't see the point if he was going to make the marriage work - he said it'd cause more problems. I still think he should be honest with her, but that's his call.
I think I'm the idiot in this one. He never came to me and said "It's over between you and me. The wife wants me back." He came to me and said "I talked to Anna today and she wants to try to work things out and fix what's left of our marriage. Let's talk about this." I did the babbling about what's right and commitment and said "You owe it to your children to try everything to make things work. You should go back to her." And honestly, if I were his wife and had kids with him, I would hope someone would tell this beautiful, smart, funny man to come back to me and try to correct our mistakes. I don't know if that's right or not; it's just what I'd want for me if I were in her shoes.
I don't feel like James is stringing me along (he could be, but it's not what I feel)- he really doesn't torture me on a daily basis (at least that isn't his intent); the smiling and the slight flirting is his personality. He's a playful, good-natured, sometimes goofy sweetheart. If I told him that it really just nearly kills me and makes me want him more - he wouldn't do it and then he wouldn't be himself and while it does hurt, at the same time a small part of me craves that type of attention from him. I know that's wacky and wouldn't blame anybody who accused me of insanity, cause they're my feelings and even I'm a little perplexed by them.
I probably shouldn't have started anything up with him until he was divorced and free and clear. Waiting would have probably saved some grief. I get that now. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a tall, blue eyed man.
The really rich (not in the good way) part about all this is that James loves me. I don't doubt that for a second. I think if I had asked him, he would have stayed with me; hell, I think if I told him that he should do what makes him happy, we'd be together now. I believe I made him happy and I know that he made me happy. I've never been closer to anyone or shared so much of myself with someone as I have him. James never had to tell me that he loved me because I already knew from his actions. Like when he changed the oil in my car, fixed anything that needed it at home, mowed my grass, DVR'd shows he thought I'd like, if we were having lunch or dinner and I was running late he'd order me something to drink and if he knew what I liked at the restaurant he'd order that too (in fact he was usually there first most of the time), he went to stuff that didn't interest him, but I liked and he never complained or threw it back in my face later, he told me his fears and his dreams, and so much more. His words just drove the point home.
Don't get me wrong, he could be stubborn and super competitive, he can put too much pressure on himself and his kids to excel, he can be cynical and jaded, he could be a sore loser at times, but none of that matters to me.
I've had my share of ill advised relationships and relationships in general, but this is different. I've been what I called "in love" before and this is another level entirely. Before, the thought of commitment and the future with someone I was in love with was both exciting and terrifying and produced some temporary anxiety. With James, there's no anxiety or terror; I wouldn't even say there was excitement because there's no spazziness to it - just complete calm and bliss. Any nervousness I felt was fleeting and in the day to day relationship because he just drives me crazy in that amazingly good way. He's both a mystery and an open book. Unpredictable and safe because he loved me and I knew he would take care of me.
And I threw all that away out of some naive, prideful sense of nobility and righteousness. I'm an idiot to the nth degree...I know that all of you who say I should cut my losses and move along are right and that just removing myself from the situation is probably the true right thing to do.
I really don't consider myself to be hung up in such a way that is unhealthy at this point. It's still a fresh hurt and I'm experiencing all the sense of pain, grief, loss, and regret that comes with it. I have the "what ifs" and "if onlys" running through my mind with the occasional appearance of the token "maybe if." I'm gonna be okay. As close as I was and to an extent still am to James, he was never an attempt to establish or repair part of my identity; he never became such an integral part of who I am that I can't get on without him. I already established who I am and I was with James because I chose and wanted to be. I already had the cake, James was the icing. Loving James and being loved by him has never been about me.
I have my friends who know something's not quite right, but they don't know what it is exactly. James and I hadn't come to the point of being open about our relationship yet, so I don't really have anyone to bounce my feelings off of, which is why I post here and appreciate all the advice and support.
Just being completely honest about what I selfishly
want to do, I want to go to him kiss him, look him in the eyes and tell him I love and miss him and that nothing would make me happier than for him to come back to me. That's the selfish me desire that I will never do. Then there's another desire. With this one I want to go to him, ask him if he is happy, tell him I was wrong about what I thought and that he should do what makes him happy. All he owes his wife is the truth and he owes his boys the same love and support he's always given them. And then tell him that I love him and that what I want is for him to be happy; if he's happy, I'm more than all right.