I haven’t blogged for over a month.
(Except for the very sad suicide post on Robin Williams for Wordless Wednesday)
My last written post was July 24, titled Second Chances.
My last sentence of that post was “He will never get a second second chance.”
So sad to share that a little over a week later, my boyfriend broke my heart.
During the week after my last post, my best friend (whom is also my niece’s dad) received news that his father passed.
I was there for him just as he was there for me when my mother had passed.
We have been best friends since our late teens and have been there for each other’s many ups& downs.
That weekend was the burial service. We sipped a little brandy before going, “to calm the nerves”, my nana used to say.
The service was very sad, and even sadder because my best friend’s sister lay in the ground as well, reminding us all of how her life was shortened from a car accident years ago.
My boyfriend and I went to my best friend”s (and his partners) house for breakfast….and more brandy.
I observed that my boyfriend was drinking fast, he was a few ahead of me.
We all talked and bonded, laughed and cried.
My boyfriend expressed to my best friend and I that he was jealous of our relationship, and that he knows him and I will have that one day, and that he’s sorry if he tags along and follows us, but he wants to take a piece of that. Those were pretty much his exact words.
I bit my tongue, because I had mixed feelings about what he said. I didn’t want to discredit him from expressing his emotions, as I recognized it as progress.
Fortunately, my best friend responded to him and I stayed silent.
A few hours later, I expressed to him that I was proud of him for verbalizing his feelings. I told him I had mixed feelings about what he said and that I was processing them. He wanted me to say what I was thinking, which I have a very hard time to speak before I process, and he knows that, but he insisted.
I said Ok, and I did my best. First of all, I explained that him and I are closer in ways that my best friend and I will never be. Also, that even if our relationship were to last as many years as my friendship, that it would still be different; because of the experiences shared, etc.,. I also said that I believed nobody can “take a piece” of someones friendship by “tagging along.”
Well, he didn’t like what he heard and that ugly personality took over. His face changed. He snickered under his breath. He mimicked my friend and I laughing. I was afraid and told my best friend, who already noticed the personality change. I was not going home with him like this.
This lasted a few hours. A few hours of both my best friend and I trying to coax him back,,,involve him. It was useless. Finally, my friend stood up and confronted him. He said enough was enough. My boyfriend lunged at him across the picnic table. Punches were thrown. I threw myself in the middle. My best friends partner came out with a bat as my boyfriend was tackling me for the car keys, I will never forget first feeling relief as I was so scared, and then came the fear that the bat might actually be used. The two of them went at it, my best friend went at him again, and I didn’t put myself in the middle this time. I figured what ever happened he had coming to him.
Finally my best friend called the police. They arrested him and took a report. Though nobody pressed charges, the state took over and charged simple assault. The state ordered no contact until his court date. I had bruises on my arms and tears in my eyes, as the police officer asked if this has happened, and has it gotten progressively worse. Yes, I thought with great fear. Was this really happening?
The next day all I felt was sad. I wasn’t angry. Just sad. It lay heavy on my heart what he had done. Somewhere inside I died.
That week in therapy I found my anger, with the help of my therapist. When she spoke the words, Its Not Okay!!! It’s Not Okay…that he beat your best friend on the day of his dad’s burial. It’s Not Okay…that he even pick up a drink knowing that he has the potential to hurt you.
She is right. It’s not Okay!!!!
His court was on August 20th. I had terrible panic attacks thinking he was coming back home that day. I had set up a bed in the den, as my niece has my guest room. But, I was afraid, afraid of not being able or ready to hold my boundaries,,,and what the hell were they anyway? I was afraid, that if he did this because he was jealous of my best friend/family member, than how could I ever rekindle and build friendships? I was afraid, what if he drank? Will he do it again? I told him via Facebook that I thought we shouldn’t live together for a few months; but he wanted to come home, and he does pay the bills. Then the fear, anxiety and panic was relieved when I learned the prosecutor wants to speak to me before deciding penalty and the court is continued to November 19th, with still no contact.
These past few weeks I have processed and over processed. Gratefully, I have a few month more to process and really absorb the reality.
The reality though I’ve only been able to see glimpses of it leaves me with so many mixed emotions, but mainly just terribly sad.