Danger

[vaneramos]

Dan, Brenna, Shawna, Eric and Marian, March 1999 at Lake Fletcher


Tomorrow afternoon I'll meet my ex for coffee. Not my ex-wife. The Ex. All exes since were attempts to exorcise my longing.

I first saw Dan one evening in November 1996. Approaching a meeting room, I glimpsed him passing the doorway. My jaw dropped. I don't know what it was, but I got stung, and the pang has never left. He was an ex-preacher. Maybe he needed my adoration and I needed his charisma. He moved in with me that New Year's Eve.

I was not responsible enough for him. Ironically, his hero was Patsy Stone. He was only cruel when he left, but we broke up three times. Maybe he thought I would shape up. Maybe he couldn't stay away. Finally I decided it was over.

Since April 1999 we have exchanged email occasionally. He dropped by once, four years ago in June.

Why am I putting myself through this?

Because I want to. Like an ex-smoker who still craves a puff 20 years later. My mind can't let go of the memory of being penetrated that way and utterly absorbed. If he took the lid off the well, I might fall in. Believing he will not, I go.

Comments

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Maybe you have had a similar experience? I hardly understand it myself: why hearing from him can still make me feel this way.

[water-bear.livejournal.com]

I do NOT understand...but I do...it can happen to me after 5 years...so I understand that it DOES happen without understanding why...

...know that it is normal...

{{{HUGS}}}

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

It's like a drug.

Thank you.