The Exercise of Vital Powers

When you get yourself involved with someone like I have now done, there might be more to the deal than one person. The fantastic, wonderful girl I am dating have a seven year old daughter. Last night, as she (the daughter) poured her heart out to me about her worries about starting school again, I once again realised there is much at stake here than simple romance. For both the daughter and myself really, but let’s stick to me. I always look at the future in all ways. From the absolute best outcome to the worst. In this case the worst would be a break-up and a seturn to a state of a lonely bachelor with no children. I wouldn’t be losing just my girlfriend, I would be loosing the daughter as well – which would mean a double blow. Because I do get emotionally involved. She will always have her, but I will loose both.

I had a nightmare a few days ago. I have spent a few days trying to figure out why I woke up with a high pulse and had a trouble going back to sleep. Not like me at all to wake up like that. All I did was dream about the daughter of my previous girlfriend. It was her birthday. I realised that I miss her. Not my ex-girlfriend, but the daughter. While my ex-girlfriend did a good job at severing ties and making bloody well sure I made the right call, her daughter had nothing but trust in me. And when my ex disappeared out of my life, so did she. And I do miss her daughter. I like children. I like to take the role as parent. It fullfills me. I know all this. I know myself enough to know why I would like children on my own. And I often wonder what I mean to her and if she misses me too. Maybe she doesn’t. I also feel somewhat guilty for entering her life like that and then disappearing without explaining why. I guess my ex did explain, but I sometimes wish it could have been done differently.

I understand that as a male I am playing a very risky game with high stakes when I meet single moms. I often get anxious just thinking about it. But I can’t do anything but do my best and hope for the best and step up to the task. And I do. But I am scared of bad outcomes. I will loose a lot if that happens. And then it will be just me again. Alone. My responsibility and trust given to me by her as a father figure will be gone.

These are vital powers at play and I feel I am simply along for the ride. It scares me. It scares me just how much is at stake here. For her sake and mine.

And for you P, I am sorry I disappeared so suddenly. It wasn’t all my fault. Maybe I will see you again. I miss you, and hope you are ok.

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Mind War

A friend asked me on FB Messenger the other day; “are you happy?”

It was a simple enough question. Am I happy? I can say I was happy. For several years actually. Very happy. But that was then. I replied with a simple “no, I am not happy”. 

This past winter was the toughest I’ve been through. I balanced on a knife edge of being happy about a new girlfriend and being depressed for the loss of a future. In the end, I think happiness gave in to depression. I went to England in March, and it was slowly another turning point towards feeling better. Slowly. Very slowly. But I am not happy.

I look around me when I write this. The rain is pouring down outside. I am living in a new house. There is no one else here. The TV is on, but I am not watching. I simply like the noise of it. There’s empty Coke bottles, all my books that I’ve written nicely presented on a large book shelf, a sofa I never sit in, in a cabinet there’s a bottle of wine I intended to share with a date that never managed to find the time, and an extremely empty fridge. It is simply empty. I am all alone. I am 36 years old. This is not supposed to be. It’s like I left my life and took over the situation of me in a parallel dimension. I do not belong here. 

Today, for the past four hours, after coming home for a sports event, I have had a mind war going on. One of the individuals taking part met up with her husband and two year old girl after the event was over. I caught myself staring at the family of three playing together, simply being happy. I wished I was him even though I do not know any of his personal struggles. I simply wanted to be him. To have his life. A pretty, athletic girlfriend and a blue-eyed two year old girl.

If this had been four months ago, I would have been in a very dark place by now. I would have lost the mind war hours ago already. At least I am capable of fighting it now and writing about it instead. But I am bitterly jealous of them. Everyone.

I do not want to be in this situation. I am not living the life I want for myself.

I am so jealous, sad and depressed about the lack of having my own family that I can no longer congratulate friends or family becoming parents. My cousin had his first baby a few months back, and I do not want to go visit him. I mustered a “congrats” on Snapchat. A couple me and my ex used to hang out with just had their first child, and I have not once given them my best wishes. No likes on Facebook or Instagram. Nothing. The list goes on. I stay clear of it. I hope you all can forgive me even if you haven’t noticed. Perhaps its not even jealousy, it’s just sadness. Deep sadness.

I am not happy, but I am trying to hang on. I am doing better,  but I am not happy – and I will not be happy until this “is fixed”. If it ever will. And I am terribly sorry to everyone who should have been getting my best wishes for their lucky circumstance. Please understand that I simply can’t manage myself to do it. It is a war with my mind I have yet to win.