Breaking up is hard to do. And sucky. And hard. With apologies to
mike9322, there is within much flailing about the ending of relationships.
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See, the deal is, I've been living for half a century in lovely Minneapolis, and as fond as I am of this town, I just -- really, really need to go live somewhere else now. Specifically, Seattle, which every time I've been there in the past several years I am overwhelmed with feelings of
This is where I belong and
Why am I not living here right now??
Well, the reason I'm not living there right now, and didn't just pull up stakes and move several years ago, is Mr. P., the boyfriend, whom I've been going with for fifteen years. ("Going with" means we know that marriage or living-together would never work, but we get together a couple of evenings a week for a few hours of dining/conversation/movie-or-TV-viewage, and then sporadically phone or e-mail in between. We love each other, but there's always been a lot of apartness in our togetherness.)
He most emphatically has no interest in relocating anywhere, as I discovered when I floated the idea three years ago. And I thought, "Huh, OK, well, maybe this is just a midlife-crisis whim on my part anyway, and since he is totally freaking out at the prospect of my leaving, and I don't want to hurt him like this, I'll just shelve the whole idea."
Except it's refusing to stay shelved in my head--if anything, the yearning to get the hell out of here is stronger than ever, especially since I've hit the breaking point with my current job and need to quit anyway. But I know my leaving would hurt him a lot; he's one of those very cerebral, emotionally guarded guys who lets few people get close to him, and I think I'm really the only significant source of emotional support in his life just now. Thinking about telling him I want to leave just makes my heart hurt; but I have to do it, I put in an application for a job out there the other day, and I can't go on being dishonest with him.
So I think the big conversation is tonight. Fuck fuck fuckity DAMN. Anyone have any uplifting stories about breakups that went OK and everyone was able to stay friends afterwards? (*wan grin*)