A modern day breakup story, a.k.a. Fairytale Turned Horror Story

Submitted by Lisa Steadman on August 10, 2007 - 9:18 am

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Anonymous writes: My relationship was straight out of the fairytales until it turned into the mystery/horror novel of the century! New Year’s meeting, through friends/family, the perfect kiss after 12. I remember sitting with the women that I hold in high regards saying, “do you think he’ll call?” Sure enough by the next weekend we were going on dates and he was talking about traveling with me. After a few weeks we had a magical weekend together in a desolate cabin. We shared new experiences, he loved winter extreme sports, we shared dinners, wine, stories, romantic steamy baths, and he said the big three.

“I LOVE YOU.”

A couple of weeks later this wonderful, thoughtful person, landed the avalanche on me. I was at work, in an environment full of the utmost morals and just filled with great people, when a colleague asked, “How everything was going with this guy?” Well, just as the six degrees of separation warrant he knew him. It seemed they had some common friends. As the week went on Friday approached, it was the end of the work day, and my colleague asked,”so how old is his kid now?” I instantly felt that woman’s intuition that I knew too well and said, “Oh his sisters both have children but he doesn’t.” At that moment I felt like the fool, the one that flashed a sign “LOSER” like a gas station sale on beer.

Immediately I ran back into a closed room and made the call. When Mr. Perfect answered he was standing beside the family member that had originally been the mastermind behind our blessed union. He said he would call me right back and did quickly. This was followed by his 15 minute drive to my door, which was typically 1/2 hour, the on his knees begging for forgiveness, the sobbing, the begging.

Finally the story came out that this choir boy, from the small town, from the perfect family, had a secret that not even his best friend knew about. It was his one night stand that ended in a child that he didn’t want to claim, didn’t know about, didn’t have a relationship with until 6 months previous to my entrance into his life. Gratiously I finally accepted his blunder and explained that I needed time but he was still there, he basically got away with it all and didn’t feel any real consequences. Hell it wasn’t anyone’s business and we weren’t children, right? So I thought.

This folly was followed by the sleigh ride into the snow covered hills on a most romantic Valentine’s and a vacation to a 5 star resort. WOW!! Big deal because when I had a health complication this guy had a “business meeting” out in a small town known for the fun time to be had. That he did! While I was lying in bed wondering if I would end up in an emergency room Mr. Perfect was in a bar drinking. The next month came (only month 3) and I figured hey why change all of my habits when it is obvious that he isn’t?! I remained in contact with friends, males, some of which were ex-boyfriends. Finally one night paranoia took over and my boyfriend scrolled through my phone. He found messages about sports, music, and oh my they were from males!! Needless to say he flipped and held it against me. I was the one in the wrong now, didn’t that release him from any guilt? Of course it did! The accusations, the namecalling, the yelling started and didn’t cease. He even decided to get violent, he put his hands around my neck, and beat up my dashboard one night. Wow that’s when I knew this was a person that had control issues.

We had weathered storms, we had traveled numerous times by now, he had professed his love, he even had me try on rings. I told him I didn’t want him to think that this was my idea someday when he looked back and his reply was,” I want to see what we like because it is going to happen.” The vacations and the love story came to end though. We, of course, had sex the last week of our relationship. On the night that preceded the demise of our union I got out of bed because he was on a rampage. I went out to my car and I told him, “I live in fear of you and I walk on egg shells!” He stood there in boxer shorts, getting eaten alive by the mosquitos and said,”please don’t go, stay, please, I don’t want you to feel like this.”

When he woke about 6 hours later, instead of letting me rest, he sort of woke me too. I knew that I was leaving and sure enough on his two hour treck to the office he called to state his feelings. That was one of the final conversations that we had. Of course he did talk to me when he needed a shoulder to cry on but needless to say he was done with me. Imagine that: HE WAS DONE WITH ME!

I guess it’s all for the best.  While my ego hurt that I let the sky breakup with me rather than be breaking up with him, I’m glad he’s gone that I can now move on with my life.  Some days are easier than others but I know that I just need to stay strong.  Life goes on, right?

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