I think we all have had, at least once in our lives, a case of unrequited love. It is an experience that most of us share. There is always someone, past and present, which we have thought about all the time. We have plotted for hours figuring out ways of seeing them or talking to them. We have made excuses to be around them as much as possible. I know many have also doodled on a notebook matching your names together. You don’t have to admit it but you know who you are. And for some, where are your nightvision goggles, camouflage, and diary? Are they in the trunk of the car? We probably even have a few restraining orders here don’t we. Oh yes, we do. I can sense it. Then there is the inevitable conclusion to this condition: We finally tell this person how much we love them, either out of desperation or intoxication. We also know how this usually ends… come on you, can say it… badly. The laws of averages give unrequited love a very small success rate. And like a burning rocket ship, our love and ourselves come screaming down into the ground leaving a smoldering pile of mental and emotional wreckage to sift through. How could something so innocent end so horribly?
But what about the people who have been on the other side of the coin? We never think about that, do we? Who here has had a person fall in madly in love with them and you didn’t or couldn’t return the favor? Raise your hands. I know we have people. You see we never think about what happens to them. We never see how difficult it is to crush someone and leave their dreams shattered and scattered across the surface of the earth. Once they dash your hopes you are so busy picking up the pieces you never really process what they are going through. It is understandable. You are busy treating emotional wounds. No one blames you.
So here is point of all this: This thread is not for the jilted. This thread is for the jilters. This thread is for the people who were forced to destroy someone who accidentally fell in love with you. So tell us, who were they, why they fell in love and why you had to emotionally beat them senseless over it. And here is the hardest question of all. Could you have, or did you, change your mind about that person over time?
And please remember, there is no blame here so the jilted need to be kind. We are just having a little confessional to cleanse the soul. (I also want to offer an olive branch to the jilted. You may post here but don’t bogart the thread.)
Oh and I intend to confess later. I just want to see where this goes first. Happy posting!
But what about the people who have been on the other side of the coin? We never think about that, do we? Who here has had a person fall in madly in love with them and you didn’t or couldn’t return the favor? Raise your hands. I know we have people. You see we never think about what happens to them. We never see how difficult it is to crush someone and leave their dreams shattered and scattered across the surface of the earth. Once they dash your hopes you are so busy picking up the pieces you never really process what they are going through. It is understandable. You are busy treating emotional wounds. No one blames you.
So here is point of all this: This thread is not for the jilted. This thread is for the jilters. This thread is for the people who were forced to destroy someone who accidentally fell in love with you. So tell us, who were they, why they fell in love and why you had to emotionally beat them senseless over it. And here is the hardest question of all. Could you have, or did you, change your mind about that person over time?
And please remember, there is no blame here so the jilted need to be kind. We are just having a little confessional to cleanse the soul. (I also want to offer an olive branch to the jilted. You may post here but don’t bogart the thread.)
Oh and I intend to confess later. I just want to see where this goes first. Happy posting!
I made him promise to let it go before I met him for a hike that day (he wanted to take some outdoor pictures). Despite his obvious fantasy and my being completely uncomfortable, I refused to be impolite to my guest and met him the second day against my better judgment. Of course about midway through the hike he starts again. So here I am trapped in the woods with him going on and on about "us". (There is no "us"!) And the only reason why I stuck it out and had dinner with him that night was because he was paying for it. (Not only am I a bitch but I am a cheap bitch.)
Though, given the fact that I'm so shy and timid around women, I'm not surprised.
