A lesson I learnt that might be a stern warning for others...
I met, charmed and won over a leggy 9 out of 10, she was a real head turner, tall, beautiful with a body to die for - the best I'd ever laid my hands on. I seemed to be able to make her laugh, tease her in the right way, engage her bright mind with deep intellectual conversations that she loved, and appreciation for culture and all the other small talk jazz. She said she always had the pick of the crop of men and so went for Alpha types and she seemed to think I fitted the bill nicely, and this was demonstrated by respect from other men when I was with her - kudos from men is a great feeling.
Although we lived a few hours drive apart and we both had busy careers, before long we were banging like rabbits and it was sweet, she was experimental and uninhibited and I was thinking does this get any better? I didn't want anything too serious or committed and she seemed totally cool with that (well, originally she was), things were so good I pretty much stopped spinning plates - it was hard to top her. Anyway, things ticked along nicely on and off for 2 years and it was good times. However as time went by I realised something, beneath the aesthetic dream lay the catch, from time to time I became aware she had deep seated psychological issues, bipolar and more, SERIOUSLY up and down-ville which was starting to manifest more frequently.
In her depressive cycles my role slowly became that of counsel, she appreciated my empathy and advice helping her through the horrendous lows, there was me being supportive, thinking I was the Knight in shining armour, trying to lift her so as to reach a return the the halcyon early times - whisking her off on my steed for weekends of hedonistic fun. As time went on I noticed my role slowly became more counsel than anything else and as a result physical element diminished somewhat, she was happier to communicate by phone email etc.
Then recently the bombshell: communications had tapered off and although we were on good terms I sensed the dynamic had changed. I'm not naive, so I was able to read between the lines and asked her if she was seeing someone else and she confirmed the had recently met someone. It turned out she wanted something serious and our fling would probably never head that way, she wanted someone local, close to hand, someone who she could call and head over to in a few minutes, someone to have fun with immediate availability. But it was obviously she also wanted someone who wasn't her counsellor - a role not particularly Alpha. She was quite happy for me to counsel her through the crap, meeting up occasionally for some fun, but new guy got to see the post therapy good side, and she was quite happy not to tell me, keeping me in my new role. B1tch.
Evidently new relationship energy is a good mental hit if you suffer from depression.
She thought everything was fine and dandy all her boxes ticked until I dropped my own bombshell on her, I was moving on, bye bye :wave: . I'm sorry, I can't be any guy's fluffer and I'm no-one's plan B or unpaid counsel. Yes, I deserved everything I got for being a d1ck, dropping my game and becoming too much of a support, slowly seeping into the friendzone, for getting too oneitis over her and stopping spinning plates, heck, for lots of mistakes, all classic mistakes, but I'm a quick learner. Anyway, she emailed me a long email a few days later saying she was distraught and in a very vulnerable place, having a tough time given my revelation, was in bad way (lots of very depressing tearful stuff) by me moving on. I didn't reply - I won't be her crutch. It's his problem now but I'm not sure she'll want to show that side of her to him so early on - exactly the same sh1t she hid from me.
Well, I'm day 26 of NC now and it's fvcking hard, I go over cr@p in my head like a stuck record the stuff we shared, and I miss her terribly, even through the good and bad sh1t and her issues. When she was happy (and I don't mean manic) she was the best woman I'd ever met, a dream to be with, but I learnt my lesson hard... don't become some girl's counsel it'll ruin all chances, but most of all... All that glistens is not gold.
Anyone else share a similar experience?
I met, charmed and won over a leggy 9 out of 10, she was a real head turner, tall, beautiful with a body to die for - the best I'd ever laid my hands on. I seemed to be able to make her laugh, tease her in the right way, engage her bright mind with deep intellectual conversations that she loved, and appreciation for culture and all the other small talk jazz. She said she always had the pick of the crop of men and so went for Alpha types and she seemed to think I fitted the bill nicely, and this was demonstrated by respect from other men when I was with her - kudos from men is a great feeling.
Although we lived a few hours drive apart and we both had busy careers, before long we were banging like rabbits and it was sweet, she was experimental and uninhibited and I was thinking does this get any better? I didn't want anything too serious or committed and she seemed totally cool with that (well, originally she was), things were so good I pretty much stopped spinning plates - it was hard to top her. Anyway, things ticked along nicely on and off for 2 years and it was good times. However as time went by I realised something, beneath the aesthetic dream lay the catch, from time to time I became aware she had deep seated psychological issues, bipolar and more, SERIOUSLY up and down-ville which was starting to manifest more frequently.
In her depressive cycles my role slowly became that of counsel, she appreciated my empathy and advice helping her through the horrendous lows, there was me being supportive, thinking I was the Knight in shining armour, trying to lift her so as to reach a return the the halcyon early times - whisking her off on my steed for weekends of hedonistic fun. As time went on I noticed my role slowly became more counsel than anything else and as a result physical element diminished somewhat, she was happier to communicate by phone email etc.
Then recently the bombshell: communications had tapered off and although we were on good terms I sensed the dynamic had changed. I'm not naive, so I was able to read between the lines and asked her if she was seeing someone else and she confirmed the had recently met someone. It turned out she wanted something serious and our fling would probably never head that way, she wanted someone local, close to hand, someone who she could call and head over to in a few minutes, someone to have fun with immediate availability. But it was obviously she also wanted someone who wasn't her counsellor - a role not particularly Alpha. She was quite happy for me to counsel her through the crap, meeting up occasionally for some fun, but new guy got to see the post therapy good side, and she was quite happy not to tell me, keeping me in my new role. B1tch.
Evidently new relationship energy is a good mental hit if you suffer from depression.
She thought everything was fine and dandy all her boxes ticked until I dropped my own bombshell on her, I was moving on, bye bye :wave: . I'm sorry, I can't be any guy's fluffer and I'm no-one's plan B or unpaid counsel. Yes, I deserved everything I got for being a d1ck, dropping my game and becoming too much of a support, slowly seeping into the friendzone, for getting too oneitis over her and stopping spinning plates, heck, for lots of mistakes, all classic mistakes, but I'm a quick learner. Anyway, she emailed me a long email a few days later saying she was distraught and in a very vulnerable place, having a tough time given my revelation, was in bad way (lots of very depressing tearful stuff) by me moving on. I didn't reply - I won't be her crutch. It's his problem now but I'm not sure she'll want to show that side of her to him so early on - exactly the same sh1t she hid from me.
Well, I'm day 26 of NC now and it's fvcking hard, I go over cr@p in my head like a stuck record the stuff we shared, and I miss her terribly, even through the good and bad sh1t and her issues. When she was happy (and I don't mean manic) she was the best woman I'd ever met, a dream to be with, but I learnt my lesson hard... don't become some girl's counsel it'll ruin all chances, but most of all... All that glistens is not gold.
Anyone else share a similar experience?