I honestly dont know why I’m going to post this. But I feel good, and a lot of people reached out and helped me when I was going through a rough time a few months ago. And honestly this isnt stuff I like to talk about with my friends. I figured I’d provide an update. So here we go.
I’ve already posted everything there was to say about my situation. My fiance of 8 years had left me earlier this year, and I was a distaster. It took a couple of days for me to realize I was infinitely more concerned about my living situation though, which told me a lot about who I was/had become, and how dead that relationship had gotten. I was incredibly scared to be 100% solo. Yes I was upset about the breakup, but the uncertainty was what really fucked me up, and I mistook that as failed love and made some really rash and out of character decisions, including posting about it anywhere I was even remotely anonymous.
Well, update, that maybe will help some other confused person some point down the line. And honestly, this will be my most rash and out of character decision yet… but… “when you know, you know”
I’ll speed past the boring shit, long story short, I met a girl on Bumble. I’ve never been good at dating. All of my relationships either fell into my lap, or generally required little to no effort and worked out for the most part. But I realized at 28, that just wasnt going to happen anymore. So the first girl I pursue, turns out she lives half a mile from my house, she had just gotten out of a bad 10 year marriage. So we spend the first night talking. We were both a complete open book, and just poured everything from our last year on the table.
The second night we go on a date. Had a fucking blast. I literally havent had so much fun in my life. We hit it off on every single subject. From social anxiety, to weight loss journeys, to music, to video games, to fucked up childhoods, just the whole 9 yards.
The third night, we drive around town from 6pm to 7am the next morning, just talking. All fucking night. No awkward silences, no uncomfortable subjects, just enjoying each others company. Which is an insane twist for me. I have a super limited social stamina. I cant talk with anyone for more than a few hours before I need to decompress. friends, coworkers, relationships, doesnt matter. I’ve always needed lots of solitude. But that wasnt the case this night. I’ll literally never forget this night no matter what happens in my future. This had a huge impact on my character.
The fourth night she stays over. And then never leaves.
Were leasing a house together, moving in next week.
This is bar none, the most ludicrous decision I’ve made and followed through with. But ive never been more confident about anything in my life. I’ve never been so in love in my entire life. I’ve never felt the feeling was mutual so much in my entire life.
I was so fucking worried about dating. It’s always been a weak point for me, simply due to my social weirdness. I expected to stay single for years. To get my shit together, and for factors out of my control. But there she is, in a truly cosmically random maelstrom of events, I’ve found someone that I loved more in the first 3 weeks than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Including high school emotionally fueled relationships.
Things are fucking amazing again. And I wanted to thank the people on this forum for reaching out originally, and provide the other end of my obnoxious cry for help, that things do get better, even if it requires breaking out of your comfort zone, and making decisions that I would have ripped my friends for making.
My garage is doubling in size, I’m getting back into gaining instead of maintaining in my gym schedule, and in a few weeks I’ll be active on here again. 2021 will be one hell of a year. 600 dead, 550 squat, 425 bench, here i fucking come.