RyeGuy
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I've debated whether or not to post, but it's 2:35 AM, and i've spent the last 2 hours being full of anxious, nervous energy and unable to sleep. So i figured maybe one of you can provide me with some answers, or at the very least, take the time to put things down into words.
Part of the hesitancy in posting is a reluctance to return to JUB -- y'all are generally great people, but this site holds both good memories and ones I'd rather not rehash.
anyways, enough digressing.
I recently ended a relationship with a 28-year old man, who is amazing, wonderful, and on paper, everything i could ever ask for--smart, a good pedigree, pretty attractive, and dedicated. I ended it because of two things: 1) he wanted to settle down, potentially get married, and I wasn't ready to give him that and 2) i still found myself attracted to other people and wanting to see what it would be like to have some sort of physical intimacy with them. So rather than hurt him, I ended it.
A couple of other factors contributed to the situation, namely I was increasingly busy and he felt like I was neglecting him. I, on the other hand, felt like I was giving him every free minute I had, and nothing was improving. This, on top of him being currently unemployed, really strained our relationship. Finally, his mom was here for an extended period of time, which meant what time we could spent together was further reduced because he needed to spend it with her.
Thing is, I feel like its a bit of a mistake. I feel like i've thrown away a dream -- the dream of the monogamous stable relationship, with two kids, dual income family, and a general satisfaction with life. All for what, so I can continue exploring? But I know that even if we were to get back together, the issues would still be there. I'd still be busy, he'd still be needing more than I could give, etc.
But I can't stop thinking that at least I had stability and moments of happiness.
I feel like this has become a chronic problem. My first real boyfriend was a similar situation. He's the reason I am reluctant to return to JUB -- i met him on here, and I'm pretty sure he still visits. I was happy with him too, but felt like he didn't have any ambition or drive, which is frustrating in the sense that I wanted someone who could challenge me to be the best person I could be. I know i loved him though, and still think very fondly of him.
Essentially, I feel like with every relationship that is tried and failed, a piece of me is carried away in that loss, and I can't recover. So my personal life is--at least to me--in shambles. By my own choices, which I probably beat myself up for.
Coupled with the fact that I hate my job at school, my schoolwork is not where I want/need it to be, and this year is one full of changes (graduation, a full-time job in the "real world", moving to a new state by myself), I just don't have the energy or direction that I so desperately need. I am one of those people who have always been proud to have my life in order, and now that all three facets of it are in disarray, I can't seem to pick a point to start making it better.
I want to move so badly, because it symbolizes a new start, a new beginning. But even then, i fear I'll find the same challenges that have plagued me: racism within the gay community, general homophobia, and lack of support to name a few. And considering that I have decided to come out to my parents this year and live my life as an openly gay man (in texas of all places), i feel like I'll face a new set of challenges that I've never had to deal with before (having only been out to friends).
Any thoughts or advice you could offer would be so very appreciated. I feel crazy, which is an awful feeling when you know that sanity is your saving grace.
Part of the hesitancy in posting is a reluctance to return to JUB -- y'all are generally great people, but this site holds both good memories and ones I'd rather not rehash.
anyways, enough digressing.
I recently ended a relationship with a 28-year old man, who is amazing, wonderful, and on paper, everything i could ever ask for--smart, a good pedigree, pretty attractive, and dedicated. I ended it because of two things: 1) he wanted to settle down, potentially get married, and I wasn't ready to give him that and 2) i still found myself attracted to other people and wanting to see what it would be like to have some sort of physical intimacy with them. So rather than hurt him, I ended it.
A couple of other factors contributed to the situation, namely I was increasingly busy and he felt like I was neglecting him. I, on the other hand, felt like I was giving him every free minute I had, and nothing was improving. This, on top of him being currently unemployed, really strained our relationship. Finally, his mom was here for an extended period of time, which meant what time we could spent together was further reduced because he needed to spend it with her.
Thing is, I feel like its a bit of a mistake. I feel like i've thrown away a dream -- the dream of the monogamous stable relationship, with two kids, dual income family, and a general satisfaction with life. All for what, so I can continue exploring? But I know that even if we were to get back together, the issues would still be there. I'd still be busy, he'd still be needing more than I could give, etc.
But I can't stop thinking that at least I had stability and moments of happiness.
I feel like this has become a chronic problem. My first real boyfriend was a similar situation. He's the reason I am reluctant to return to JUB -- i met him on here, and I'm pretty sure he still visits. I was happy with him too, but felt like he didn't have any ambition or drive, which is frustrating in the sense that I wanted someone who could challenge me to be the best person I could be. I know i loved him though, and still think very fondly of him.
Essentially, I feel like with every relationship that is tried and failed, a piece of me is carried away in that loss, and I can't recover. So my personal life is--at least to me--in shambles. By my own choices, which I probably beat myself up for.
Coupled with the fact that I hate my job at school, my schoolwork is not where I want/need it to be, and this year is one full of changes (graduation, a full-time job in the "real world", moving to a new state by myself), I just don't have the energy or direction that I so desperately need. I am one of those people who have always been proud to have my life in order, and now that all three facets of it are in disarray, I can't seem to pick a point to start making it better.
I want to move so badly, because it symbolizes a new start, a new beginning. But even then, i fear I'll find the same challenges that have plagued me: racism within the gay community, general homophobia, and lack of support to name a few. And considering that I have decided to come out to my parents this year and live my life as an openly gay man (in texas of all places), i feel like I'll face a new set of challenges that I've never had to deal with before (having only been out to friends).
Any thoughts or advice you could offer would be so very appreciated. I feel crazy, which is an awful feeling when you know that sanity is your saving grace.









