Note: The "Trooper" in question is not actually in the military. It's a metaphor, people.

July 27, 2011

I am writing this against my will.

I am writing this against my will. But the fact is, I'm bursting with stories to tell. The kind of stories that made me start this blog in the first place, just so I could have a public place to vent--and then laugh about it the next day when I read it with a night's perspective.

But I can't tell you those stories if I don't first tell you this: The truce is broken. Wine Guy and I are over. I'm at war yet again.

Except I'm different now. Improved, I suppose. I say this because, for the first time in my adult life, singledom doesn't feel like a battlefield at all. It feels like home.

Here are the basics:
We knew our relationship was on the descent. Much of it due to the shitpile of bad luck I'd been handed over the last two years, including agonizing complications from an already awful hip surgery (my second one) and the sudden deaths of my sister and 7 year-old nephew in a car accident a year ago last April.

We also knew we just weren't a match. Simple as that. But breaking up wasn't an option until I got through my May 2 surgery -- hopefully the final hurdle in this marathon of pain.

Really, the last year of our relationship was more about dear friendship than romantic love. Because only the most generous, loving friend would willingly stick around to help someone through a year like that.

Of course, I never thought any of this consciously. If I'd allowed myself to acknowledge our relationship was over, I would've completely lost it. I needed my lies. And he let me have them.

But things got so unpleasant that we just couldn't wait. We agreed to break up a week before the surgery. I don't remember how the conversation went down; those last months were such a blur, mostly due to painkillers and copious amounts of medical marijuana. But I do remember that right after we broke up, I felt immediate relief. At last, we could finally be just family.

I spent my recovery period apartment hunting and, after having a brief meltdown when I realized how shitty the rental market is right now (all those foreclosure people have to live somewhere), I finally took Wine Guy's advice to stop hunting for that dream funky apartment in the hip, walkable part of town and look into what the world of apartment complex-dwelling might have to offer me. Though the idea seemed as detestable as a Saturday afternoon at IKEA, I knew it was that or continue living together. While our split was more than amicable, that was not fucking going to happen.

So here I am, in my 820 square foot apartment in a goddamn apartment complex -- easily the nicest place I've ever lived (and not just because I live rapturously, luxuriously, happily alone). I've got a lap pool (perfect for exercise while I rehab my hip), a 24-hour gym, an attached garage, and a washer and dryer on the patio, which overlooks a shady jogging path leading to canyon trail. So what if I can't quite walk it yet? Just knowing it's there is enough for now.

And the best part of all, they take dogs. Because there was no way in hell I was leaving without my dog. Wine Guy gets plenty of visitation and I think we're both happy with that.

I've probably written 20 drafts of this breakup announcement, but none of them ever felt right to publish. So I focused on breaking the news to my family, friends and acquaintances, and learning to get comfortable referring to Wine Guy as "my ex-boyfriend" in casual conversation. But I just didn't have it in me to share it here. I went through so much physical and emotional pain in the last six months -- I just I didn't want to inflict it upon innocent people lucky enough not to have to be around me on a daily basis. I also didn't want to have to read it again the following day, with a night's perspective.

But what I'm writing now is history. I've gone through it and come out OK, finally, on the other side. And now I'm here, dying to tell you about the guy who keeps texting me and how I'm pretty sure he's planning to send me a shirtless picture of himself. Ew.

But tonight is about closing the book on my relationship with Wine Guy and living my life as me, alone and in peace.

So what the hell am I going to call this blog now I've laid down my arms? I'm taking suggestions.

And I suppose I'll need a new sign-off too, because "Dismissed" just seems so impolite now.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Trooper, than you for this update. I have followed your blog from the beginning though I rarely comment. I certainly hope you will find relief in your new surroundings. Breaking up is hard -- as hard as finding someone, though in a different way. I often think relationships need to run their course before they can end. Please keep your readers posted on your hip problem. I hope that is on the way to resolving, because I know how horrific such pain is. I wish only good things for you.

Dark Cloud Nine said...

You definitely had a tough year... And I hope it's all better from now on. I'm happy to hear that wine guy and you remain friends. And now you're on your way to new adventures. Life is full of possibilities. I wish you the best.... And definitely less pain.

Anonymous said...

So good to hear from you, and to hear you in more coherent "voice" (for lack of a better term). I'm sorry to hear that you and Wine Guy are over, but when one's immediate reaction to a development like that is relief, followed by blissful enjoyment of some of the perks of the single life, then you know it's what had to happen.

I hope your surgery was successful and that you're on your way to recapturing your physical health and a new version of you.

I look forward to reading about your new adventures!

Elizabeth

Deidre said...

I am sorry to hear that your broke up and that you've had such an awful few years. I can't wait to hear your new stories though.

Olivia said...

I have also been following you for some time, and am delighted to see you back on here and sounding happier than you have done in a while. Sorry to hear that you and Wine Guy broke up. But looking forward to hearing about your new improved single life, and the adventures you are sure to have.

Anonymous said...

DT, hang in there. You have the energy, the intelligence, the wit, and the creativity to make things better for yourself. It may take a while to stabilize, don't I know that, but sooner or later, you'll be much better. I *definitely* recommend starting a new blog with a new name. xoxox Mimi (formerly of Sexagenarian and the City)

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry you've been through physical hell, but I'm not gonna say I'm sorry you and Wine Guy broke up.

It wasn't a match and I think he knew it before you did.

No matter.

Celebrate your lovely singleness. You never know, one day you may look back on it fondly and with a little bit of longing.

Michele said...

I haven't had time to visit any blogs in years and finally checked on you today and discovered the breakup ... I think I was expecting to see you in a wedding dress : ( But it sounds like you are doing well and have discovered what people in bad marriages already know ... being single ain't so bad. And the right guy will come along ... sorry I know it's a cliche ... but he'll come along when you least expect it.

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Anonymous said...

It's nice to hear from you. From reading your blog I felt a strange closeness to you. Like you, I am single and live in San Diego. Like you, I've been at war for quite some time. Like you, I've just exited a relationship. But you are much more graceful in this.

I wish you luck in your recovery, physical and emotional.

What does one do after laying down the arms and exiting the war? We should ask the veterans for some suggestions.

D

Sonny Amou said...

Trooper,

Sorry this didn't work out. With any luck you'll find a silver lining.

I still owe you a beer, btw.

Peace,
SA

Loverville said...

Sorry for the very late comment -- I knew about the breakup, but didn't see this til now. Sounds like you're doing better than fine -- very happy to hear it!

Looking forward to seeing you in my fair city soon!

~ LV

Land Mines said...

Glad to read an update from you. What a two years you have had. You are such a remarkably strong woman! Glad you have come to a place of peace and you have been able to move on and pursue the adventure of finding someone more of a match for you!! Keep you spirits up!

Thanks for the update and glad to hear things are moving along positively!

~

Scent of Eros said...

Just want to say what a great blog you got here!