Her Reasons for Separation and Rebuilding Trust
“Do I want to continue marrying the same person who constantly makes me cry because he cannot forget his past lover and these are proven by his stalking activities on her and his continuous referral to her?” — Sue
It’s all started with that one comment:
“After a while you’ll forget everything, it was a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling and you’ll see that it’s time to move on…[Meat Loaf]” from my ex-gf “public” twitter. An Interlude inside the blind spot.
What I meant on that comment is I’ve to move on from the past entanglement. Funnily enough, it’s déjà vu all over again. I can see the pattern now. Sue would have a problem of me ‘stalkin’ Ebb and previously: Sewya with Amie, Ebb with Sewya, Sue with Ebb, Ms. Vava Voom with Sue…etc.
And so it’s true, it ended because of distrust:
The haunting of past memory — made anew — fueling the distrust, basking in its flame.
I’m sorry I can’t be more at a present in-real-life than what she found out about me from the internet alter-ego.
I’m always away — weeks and months. I can’t blame her. The twitter (retweet), flickr (MMO avatar set) and youtube (the small inscription at the profile) incident that she found out while I’m away justifies that much of the misunderstanding.
I took 3 days leave just to digest that one entry from her. I’m depressed. I can’t be at work desk, much less gone back to Singapore for the Aramco mob to Dubai.
I’ve been refraining myself from contacting her after that small warning from her fb last month, just after I touchdown KL from Miri.
I can’t sleep throughout the night. Yesterday, I can’t take it no more. I text her at dawn, told her how I felt. She replied passively in her blog entry. The same mode of reply after I try to reconnect the 3 month incommunicado.
Her reply summarized it all.
It’s time to delete her name from the speed dial, keeping her number still.
Take down her gift of the key chain bracelet with her name inscribed from the reading desk lamp. Her first gift that I always bring along with me whenever I gone outstation and offshore — the same goes with that “Paris Metro (Subway) System Map” (hehehe, she’s sweet, like that) and the Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet (the only author that we always cherished his works, pity that I can’t live the dream of The Prophet).
The rest, she already done emptying the vessel of this mortal heart in advance.
I compartmentalized the memories; the morning wishes, the evening sadness and the night kisses.
There’s always a bit of the memories of the past that make you sad or smile. We can revel in our past, but to relive them is unnecessary.
Take a deep breathe, and let it go.
It’s late. For the past few days, I only got to sleep after dawn. Hopefully I can sleep before dawn today.
I’m happy for her.
Something on Related Post: Rebuilding Shattered Trust
To begin the process of restoring trust, the offender must acknowledge the violation of trust and make a sincere apology. The five key components of an apology:
- A statement of apology (I’m sorry)
- Remorse (I feel badly)
- An offer of restitution (can I make up for it?)
- Self castigation (I was an idiot), and
- A request for forgiveness (can/will you forgive me)
Is there any hope for rebuilding shattered trust? Not for me — at this time.