Saturday, January 22, 2011

Our Story - Part 2

When we left off yesterday, our hero (me) had lost all hope of ever winning the heart of her true love.  She had driven him away by stealing all of his friends and turning them against him (oops).

So yeah.  We weren't really speaking which, looking back on it, must have been really awkward for everyone else.  Or maybe they didn't even notice.  After all, they are guys.  And guys are generally pretty oblivious.  Anyway, things went on like that for a while.  Then this girl started to hang around at the convenience store where most of the guys worked.  She was a little older than us and blonde, which is really all you need to know.  Chris began to develop a thing for her.  I was, of course, appalled and jealous and heartbroken again, but I saw my opening and I went for it.  I told him that I was there if he ever wanted to talk or needed a female insight into winning her over.  He fell for it.  We pretty much picked up where we had left off, talking and hanging out and generally being friends again.  He would tell me what they talked about and asked for advice on asking her out and complained to me when she stood him up.  I could tell from the start that she was just using him (and some of my other guys) to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and that this wasn't going to go anywhere, but he of course would not listen to me when I told him this.  Until, of course, she ended up pregnant by the ex-boyfriend.  Oh happy day.  Now he was upset and needed comforting and we became even closer.

Things continued on this way for a while, years even.  We were basically a couple in that we were almost always together, but he still blatantly ignored my obvious feelings for him.  And I, afraid to drive him away again, refused to bring up the subject.  Until, that is, another lady came into the picture.

Around December of 2006, he started talking frequently about a girl he worked with and I started to get concerned.  Eventually he told me he intended to ask her out and I pretty much flew off the handle.  I poured out my feelings for him that night in the car when he dropped me off at home, finally declaring my undying love for him.  I told him he had two options.  He could either give me a chance and date me or he could go ahead and date this whore at his workplace.  But if he chose the other girl, I was done with him.  I would no longer put up with this fake dating.  I wouldn't leave the group or anything crazy like that - those guys were my friends now just as much as they were his - but he would be like just another acquaintance to me.  No more close friendship.  No more going to dinner or movies or hanging out one on one.  No more calling him to wake him up for work or buying him gifts or listening while he tells me of his hopes and dreams.  He would have to find another confidante.

You can't even  imagine how... freeing it was to finally get all of this out in the open.  I had finally reached the point where I could not go on anymore without getting some sort of closure, good or bad.  You know that quote "and the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." by Anaïs Nin?  That, I felt, was the perfect way to sum it up.  I just had to say something.  I couldn't let him slip away without knowing how I felt.

He told me he would think about it.  And he did, for two weeks.  I was pretty much dying inside during those two weeks, but he acted as if everything was normal.  I couldn't take it anymore and confronted him about it on our way to wings the third week after I had told him everything.  He told me that he was intending to talk to me about it on the way home from wings so as not to "ruin the rest of the night".  This did not fill me with confidence so I told him that was fine.  We could talk about it on the way home.  I wanted to live in hopeful ignorance for as long as possible.  I spent the evening anxious and terrified, trying to drag out our group activities as much as I could so as to delay the final crushing of all my dreams.  But eventually we had to go home.

As you can probably imagine, he had made the right decision on January 10, 2007 and decided to give me a chance.  He was concerned, though, that the guys might react negatively towards him if we broke up, so he decided we wouldn't tell them about it until we could see that it would be a long term relationship.  I agreed, since I knew that he was mine now and would never escape my clutches.  And that's pretty much the way it went down.  After a few months of resistance and shiftiness, he began to realize that is just made sense, this relationship between us and finally began to fall for me.  We eventually told our friends, moved into the apartment together in 2008, bought this house in 2009, and got engaged in 2010.  And next year we'll be getting married. 

So there you have it.  The mostly complete timeline of my relationship with Chris.  I warned you that it was not very romantic, but it all worked out in the end. 

1 comment:

  1. Sigh. I love a happy ending. Which, by the way, I knew would be all along. :) <3