Realization Of Myself

As a fifty-year-old woman, I realized the worth of myself. The dating scene has taught me valuable insights about who I am. The last guy continues to text me, but I am not persuaded by him like before. I thought for a while that he was a soul tie. However, it turned out he was not. He continued to text me last night into the early morning hours of this morning. I responded once last night, stating that I was not interested and was out. I had told him this before; I suppose he thought he could convince me. In reality, his drinking caused him to continue with ongoing text messages. The only time I get these messages is when he has been drinking. Sometimes I respond, and sometimes I do not. You might think it is wrong for me to keep him on my phone; my reason is that I want to know that he is still alive and well. Also, if he needs someone to talk to or decides to seek help in becoming sober, I would like to keep that line open. The thing about me is I like to give the benefit of the doubt or chance to help in any way I can give help to someone I know. I may not completely know him, but I can see his struggle. I used to be him; I can relate. In my blog, I mentioned him, and the night I was with him. That night, he was very intoxicated, and I ended up taking care of him. That was a crazy night, and I didn't want him to screw up his work schedule for the week because of his drinking.

When I was with him on this particular night, it was like watching who I was. I was taking care of who used to be me. It's crazy to think that way, but it's true. When I was with him, I was not annoyed with him; I was more nurturing to him. I knew while I was with him that this would not work out. When intoxicated, he wants things I can not give him. The things he desires are more than what I can handle; they are dark requests. In my eyes, they are dark; they have the presence of evil. When I was with him in one of our encounters, I fought with the demons to continue or stop. In my mind, I wanted to stop. I was not comfortable with what he wanted me to do. Why I did the things he wanted me to do was like a pattern I was in in my last relationship. I am the kind of person who likes to please men. It is a terrible trait; when I was an alcoholic, I was worse. But since I am sober now, I recognize it better and take hold of it before it takes hold of me. This morning, I felt empowered that I stated what I stated in my text messages to him. Although, I am thankful he isn't the kind of guy who is narcissistic. He doesn't give that notion at all. This man is hurt by his past, and according to my observations, he likes to watch women degrade themselves to satisfy him due to the woman who hurt him in his marriage. He stated that his ex-wife hurt him, and I am guessing emotionally. I understand that it's terrible to be hurt by your former spouse. I don't think that they get along at all. I am not sure to what extent. The only thing I hope is that he eventually finds someone safe to help him heal. 

Having stated my observations of him, his situation is relatable to me. As I was in the past, I wanted men to hurt; I wanted to break their hearts because my ex-husband broke mine. The weird thing was when I was with him while he was getting drunk, I didn't feel the urge or the want to drink. I wanted to be sober for him. I wanted to be aware of what was happening; I suppose I was thinking of keeping myself and him safe. Sober-mindedness is so different than the intoxicated mind. I know this morning he is out like a light and hung over. I hope he is doing well, and I hope he rests well today. The night after is always the worst stage; I hope he will change how he is. My hope is that he will recognize what is actually happening to him and that he will seek out help. I also hope he does it for his kids, not anyone else. Alcohol is the worst when you've been through a challenging, hurtful event in life. It doesn't cure anything at all; it just makes it worse.

When I met this guy, he made me mad. I left angry at him, and he just kept reaching out to me to hang out. The same day I cussed him out, I thought that would do it, and I would never hear from him again. Nope. He continued to contact me; I met him a few times and was almost in love with him. However, I knew this would never work unless he was sober. Even then, it might not even work, either. I was attracted to him. I loved the attention that he gave me. I loved how he treated me during the first couple of meetings until it turned crappy. His eyes and his voice were the two things that drew me close to him. It's a remarkable thing how humans can be attracted to one another. The chemistry of it all, that is the thing about dating at my age, is our differences and compatibility. So the beginning was wonderful, except he wouldn't return the messages I left him. I started to feel the feelings of attachment and resentment, of almost jealousy feelings. I didn't want to feel the abandonment of him messaging other women. When I start to feel this way, I engage in other ways to avoid feeling this way. Getting on dating apps and meeting new men to take away the feeling of abandonment. This is when I met my Texan man. It was over two weeks of not hearing from him. So, I took it upon myself to go out and meet someone else. I was thankful that I did. However, being in this pattern, I was hesitant to be with this Texan man, not thinking he really wanted to be with me; I was with the other guy on one occasion. This was the last time I was going to be with him; it was his birthday, and he messaged me to spend some time with him on his day. I still had lingering feelings for him and thought I needed to get them out and get it over with. So I did what any stupid woman would do: I met him. Spent the day playing our stop-and-go game in broad daylight out on the county roads and being persuaded to drive topless for him. It was fun to spend the afternoon with him. He had some things to do at his place, so I left to go fishing, and he wanted me to return to him in the later evening. I wanted to, but he requested something dark from me. I told him, "No." I was uncomfortable with his request; he started drinking and asked me to do things that were so not me. I just could not do it. I don't want to do it. I was at my wit's end with him. I let him know that I was out; I didn't want to see him anymore. That was it for the time being, until last night and the night before, he texted me to be with him. I let him know that I was out. I didn't want to see him anymore. 

I look at what I am writing; it is a realization of who I am, who I was, and who I want to be. In my blog, I explain myself as real and true to others and to myself. Women can tell other women to be true to themselves and not give it away; be a WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE. Give me a break; not all women were created equal, and we were not created to be one way. Some of us struggle with sex, which I think we all struggle with. We fight tooth and nail to be good and perfect, but we can't. I struggle with many things; however, I realize that the last guy taught me that I am valuable. I finally realized this. It took me half a century to realize my worth! I suppose by placing myself in this brief relationship and mind you, we did have a relationship. It may not have been long-term, but we had an attachment. It was a valuable lesson that I am thankful for. I am thankful for this man, unfortunately, someone with a long road ahead of him, and I pray he stops drinking. He seeks counseling and becomes a better man for his children and himself. I hope the woman he meets will love him through all of it. That is my hope and prayer for him because he was a blessing in my life. This blog entry might ease the self-destruction of women who put themselves down because they are not perfect. Do not think that you are nothing, that your life isn't getting better when, in all actuality, it is. It is being perfected each day you wake up from your slumber. It just takes time to be who you were meant to be.