ICB. Anyone who makes it past 3 dates gets his own page in the dating section of this blog. #doesnthappenfrequently
For 3rd year in a row, work is sending me to Paris for my birthday week. Yay! It just so happened ICB had a week off work at the same time, with no set plans. On a whim, I suggested he buy himself a plane ticket and join me. I didn’t think he’d do it, not really. He didn’t think he’d do it, not really. 3 weeks ago, he did it. We are leaving this Saturday. Imma work 12 hours a day, he will vacation 12 hours a day, and in the evenings we will meet up for a nice walkabout and a meal, and listen to each other’s stories.
Something is up with ICB. There’s been a sharp decrease in his texting over the past 2 weeks. I’d gotten used to his daily “Bon matin” texts, asking me how I’d slept. Last week he went 2.5 days without messaging me. I finally caved and asked him if he was ok. He had a lot going on he said, his silence was unintentional. 1-2 sentences later, he politely dismissed me. If there is one thing I’ve learned, it is to never run after a guy. At best, they will allow the attention bc they are too lazy to refuse it (#freepussy #flattering); at worst, it will annoy them and they will ghost and whatever might have been is choked to death. So I accepted his dismissal and continued with my busy life. Friday, ICB called me at work to check up on me. Friday night, he asked to see me. We had a good time, although I did notice he was less chatty than before; he was tired from work, he said. Saturday, I told him how the silences of the week had made me feel – off balance, although I recognize he hates texting and has a lot going on. He agreed we’d find a better way. Ok. We would. Great.
Crickets this week. Unacknowledged messages of dancing events taking place in Paris. Hyperbolic delays in answering me. He’d warned me this would be a big week for him, but still. It’s hard to reconcile this version of ICB with the ICB who set an alarm for himself at 2:50am so he could call me to make sure I wouldn’t miss my 6am flight. My paranoid brain shakes herself awake. Reminds me of the time I convinced myself Beaut had a wife he kept hidden in his closet. Reminds me how it turns out I wasn’t far off. “Trust your gut” my paranoid brain whispers. I did tell ICB, in explicit detail, about my episodes of cognitive distortion. “Yes, yes it’s good you are so open about your mental health struggles. Best he find out now, so he can bail before either one of you gets attached. Because he will bail, it’s too much to handle.” I tell myself he can’t really be ghosting me – we are getting on the plane in 36 hours. “Yes well, now that he has gotten what he wanted out of you – a severely discounted trip to Paris, with a side dish of sex – why would he still pay attention to you? I thought you learned after the last dude that you shouldn’t try buy a dude’s affection. It never works.”
Y’all. I just wanted a fun trip to Paris. I don’t know how to raise this without sounding SO lame. “Hi, I know you dropped $700 to come hang out in Paris, but ummm, you don’t say Hi or pay enough attention to me.” I beg my brain to ease up just a few more days – I just wanted a fun trip. That’s all. One fun trip. I’ve been looking forward to sharing the anticipation of this trip with ICB. Watching his excitement of discovering a new city, my favorite city. Instead, we haven’t even discussed the logistics of getting to the airport tomorrow. At this point, I’m ready to sit back and see just how far he can take this. We each take our own taxi? Cross paths at the airport? Tempted to call the hotel and switch the reservation to 2 single beds. Then I feel bad: while this is the most extreme episode of shitty texting I’ve witnessed from him, he has always called or resurfaced. Maybe he is just busy. Maybe silence doesn’t mean an absence of thought about me – he can’t have forgotten about Paris, at very least. My paranoid brain smirks. “That is true. He cannot have forgotten about Paris. His silence means you are unimportant to him. Annoying. Just accept it. Your days of smiling are over.”
OR… it could just be the FIFA world cup that is the issue.
I’ve struggled with my birthday for a long time. Adulting isn’t easy.
While I’ve always enjoyed being the center of attention, the past few birthdays have been very bittersweet, starting with my 25th birthday. Every birthday felt like a day of reckoning, where I realized just how far I was from achieving my dreams. With every additional year of reckoning, I felt increasingly stuck by how unsatisfactory my life had become. Sure – I had moments of happiness, but the weeks leading up to each birthday were filled with shame and regrets, as I accumulated years without any significant life events to validate that I was living life to the fullest.
Add to that the guilt and remorse I feel every year since my mother’s death:
My birthday and my mother’s death are forevermore linked in my mind, because on my 28th birthday, I couldn’t be bothered to find time to see my mother – I barely managed to squeeze in a phone call. She died unexpectedly 11 days later, on the day we were supposed to FINALLY see each other. I’m hoping that I’ll one day forgive myself for that. So yeah, the weeks leading up to my bday are also a period where I brace myself for the recurring wave of grief, of which my birthday is merely a foreshadow. It gets stronger the days following my bday, up until the anniversary of her death.
I can feel the increased volatility in my emotions lately, the familiar dread. Yes, spending my bday week in Paris has been a nice distraction these past few years, but the complicated emotions are still running in the background. It doesn’t help that my trip to France last summer was the catalyst to my slide into depression, that got progressively worse throughout the 2nd half of 2017. I am anxious to go back. I have many demons to face. I am hoping that by going to Paris I can close out the chapter of another year of my life stolen from me by my mental health. I want to start fresh. I want to celebrate. I want to hope that I can and will see life in color again, after living in a desaturated reality for the past 12 months.
At work, I’ve noticed a certain rigidity and intensity in my reactions. I am stressed, I am having trouble quietening my mind enough to be productive. I feel a little overwhelmed by my to do list. I am not remotely as prepared for my work trip as I should be and am behind on my Montreal deliverables. My boss has been checking in very frequently, asking me how I am doing and feeling. She typically only does that when she has reason to believe I am not ok. My little GAB sent me an email on Tuesday, asking if I was ok. I wasn’t – I was having a meltdown in the parking lot, hidden away, my favorite place to cry in summer months. GAB admitted to me yesterday that she could tell immediately on Monday morning that I was off, but generously suggested I seemed to be doing a bit better? Yeah, I suppose I am, but that is because I’ve lost the battle against procrastination. #cantwinthemall. I worry that the ppl in my life, professionally and personally, have to pay the price of my unstable mental health, which is unfair. I worry I am slipping back into my bad space of Oct-November. I tell myself that no, it is just a reasonable increase in stress from the fact that I am leveling up, getting better, and taking on more. This is the consequence of being healthier, my ability to take on more. And then I reread my post from December, and I worry. Maybe I bit off more than I could chew?
This is a lot to process. I need a lot of energy to handle all of these emotions. I need to give everything I’ve got.
I’m tired. So very tired.
Previous Paris posts:
- 2016: Time for a little humble-bragging
- 2016: A little dancing with my Eurotrip?
- 2016: Paris, ville de l’amour et l’irritation extrême
- 2016: Finding joy one croissant and conversation at a time
- 2017: Sick in Paris, le zut alors
- 2017: Croissants: Swiss vs French
- 2017: Suitcases: Tricky concept
- 2017: Mais je me considère Parisienne, du coup!
- 2017: Follow the church spire
- 2017: Solo tripcations are my new fave thing
- 2017: Mastering Parisian manners
- 2018: Office views
- 2018: Beauty and Ginga in Paris
- 2018: Dancefloor drama V: an irrelevant concept of weight
Hang in there. I went through a variation of this last year. I had tickets to visit my on-again-off-again partner who was spending a month with his parents. (We were on, but I was always convinced that we were poised to be “off”) In the days that preceded my going out there, I got preoccupied with a trust issue between us and allowed that to further convince me that we were “off.” Every little thing rattled me. I picked a big fight with him, and almost threw away the plane tickets. But, the voice of reason came through – it would be so dumb to light a match to a few-hundred-dollar ticket just because I wasn’t getting that bedrock of security I needed. I decided to follow through. I am glad I did. Just being with him smoothed out the choppy seas. The lesson I learned yet again is that I do 80% of the conscious thinking in this relationship, for better or for worse. I wish that it was more balanced, but while the guy isn’t as present as I would like, he also has no reason or motivation to bail. Lots of people show their commitment to you through their actions versus their words. It’s frustrating when they can’t meet us with their words, but then ask yourself to be more aware of their actions. Try to assure yourself that he is definitely going to show up. You may not get the talk you want or need before, but you have that hella long plane ride to talk things out, should you need to. Good luck!
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This is soooooooooo relatable. If it makes you feel any better, I’m in a similar space. Feeling like each moment I’m trying to claw my way up for air. But thank you for writing this, because it reminds me that though we feel so unbearably alone, we are not alone. I’m here with you and value and appreciate you, and you give me hope. ❤
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We are not alone.
You are most definitely not alone. Imma be pestering you none stop as you work through this shit that is adulting towards your goals. Xox.
(I missed ya)
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thank youuuu and right back at you ❤ ❤ ❤
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