Yes rural life can be wonderful at times, so simplistic and innocent but other times it can be hell. The nice single ones get out as fast as they can and around here all that seem to be left are happily married ones, the unhappily married ones who try to get their leg over with any bit of skirt - no thank you - and the idiots who do not have the brains to do anything other than get drunk at their local every night and go home to a home cooked meal by mummy! Not trying to be controversial but I have lived here for about 12 years now and that really is what it is like!
My ds will be okay no matter what, I always see to it that he is okay. Believe me, after what his father did I have gotten pretty good at doing the 'everything is fine' routine for him.
When the trouble happened with his dad I did not cope very well at all - complete hysterical basket case - and my ds was very distraught and would not go near his dad for almost 6 months afterwards for fear of him upsetting me again. I realised that I was being selfish to let him see his dad upset me and that it could affect him in later life so I stopped thinking about me and started behaving like his parent again. No matter what I was going to be calm and loving and friendly and happy and supportive for him and encourage him to have proper relations with his dad and no matter what his dad through at me I did not waver from encouraging my son to see his dad and to love his dad and respect him as much as he did me (in hindsight I wonder why I bothered just for his dad to say he never wanted to see him again to the point of blanking him when he has occasionally bumped into him). I did not want to influence my son or affect him in anyway just because I was unhappy.
So now... even if I feel like dying inside he does not know it and never will.
That could even be part of my problem as I do sometimes think that I masked the pain too quickly all those years ago. It was too inconvenient for everyone close to me to go through the pain with me. It was uncomfortable for family and friends if I was unhappy or if I cried or if I wanted to talk about it. They could not understand why I was hurt because I was 'well rid of him' and why I was not just getting over it. I had not realised that grief and pain had a shelf life but apparently so and in the end I just stopped expectly support or sympathy or sometimes even a kind word. I put on the brave face, pushed the pain to one side and got on with things for their benefit.
So I really am a dab hand at the pretending everything is okay routine. Night time would be different of course.... I could cry on my own because no one would be inconvenienced by that... come morning time... all bright and fresh again!
I don't cry now of course... that is all in the past and my life is actually a lot happier without him in it. I realise that I am a happier person without him and a different person who is not stifled or controlled by him. I spent a few years hiding out from relationships after him just trying to get to know me and understand what I would want and where I want my life to go.
Sadly, since coming out of hibernation as it was I have not done so well with the man picking. The first one had the exact same characteristics as my ex but just presented in a different way, the next one was just as selfish and quite an 'ugg' but honest with it so I thought that was refreshing at the time. However the whole 'tear you down to make him feel better routine' and his personal brand of brutal honesty were not so refreshing. I went back to the drawing board after him!
Salesman guy really is a lovely guy compared to pretty much every guy I have ever met in my life. He is not going to beat the crap out of me, steal, lie, tear me down to make himself feel better, he is decent, kind, sweet, encouraging, affectionate, funny, charming, intelligent, hard working and a really good active father on very good terms with his ex for the sake of their DS. He makes me feel good about myself when I am with him, I feel so happy and contented and exhilerated and excited like every nerve is on fire whenever he is near me and honestly.... if I had to describe the perfect guy for me he would fit every single box...
Everyone at my work thought there was something there with us. When he came in early last year they said he only had eyes for me, he was polite and friendly to them but never took his eyes off me, he procrasinated just to stay and talk to me longer and he was flirty and cute. The next time he came in one of the girls who was not usually in at that time and had therefore never met him said afterwards that she thought we were a couple. She said she could see the sparks and chemistry flying everywhere and again, he only had eyes for me!
Alas.... on top of all of those wonderful characteristics he has a flaw... the one stumbling block that I may not be able to get past and that is that he does not want a committment.
Why!!!!! Is it so wrong to want the perfect guy to well... be perfect! Geez we all have flaws and I have always been an 'accept them if the rest of the package is worth it' kind of girl rather than trying to change someone into my idea of what they should be like but for some reason... I am trying to change this guy simply because he has affected me so much and I really thought that there could be something there.
My dad told me that I should not settle for less than I deserve and that I should find a really decent one who made me happy and give it my all - he never liked my ex DH and thought he was beneath me - so I heeded his advice and this is the first guy that I would have actually been happy to take him to meet my dad.
big, big unhappy (because there is no one else around!!!) sigh!