Closure–The End of The End

Sometimes on TV or movies or in novels women will talk about closure. “I need closure with this person” “We never had any closure” And for months now I thought I had this closure thing down. But maybe not…

One of the many things I thought was closure was when I finally threw out the corsage my ex-boyfriend Charles gave me last prom. I kept that sticking thing for maybe two or three months on my dresser, where the mini roses just withered and withered. Finally one day when he pissed me off, I took that thing outside, made a grand ol’ speech about how I was DONE, and threw it in the woods.

Then, I thought I had closure whenever he hurt my feelings. There was this other time in my car. I was just sitting there in my seat while he talked and talked away. The sky was gray and cloudy. “I just…feel…alone.” I admitted finally, and his answer was how his problem were so much more significant than mine, and that I was just whining, that he can get depressed too, and basically just made me feel like my feelings didn’t matter. We fought, and I drove outta there.

I also thought I achieved “closure” when I said yes, in accepting to be someone else’s girlfriend. And especially when I lost my virginity to them, instead of Charles.

But, No, No, and No. Through all of the “what happened to us?” talks, the “I still miss those times…” talks, and even the “What the hell did I ever do to you?!” fights, I finally felt closure not then, but last night.

I’ve had this uneasy feeling around Charles for a while now: (Actually, pretty much since we spilt up for good) He didn’t want it, any of it, to change. He wanted us to go back, and I would sit there in class with him thinking about how the night before I felt perfectly happy in the arms of someone who was Not him. I wanted him to forget me, and he wanted me to remember him. And maybe that was just a hunch, but he would say that stuff I mentioned before. “I sometimes miss being your boyfriend.” “We had a good relationship.” “Is he better than I was…?” “How come you never talk to me anymore?” “Do you miss me?” “Do remember that one time when we were…[insert extremely personal memory here]?” It drove me nuts. All I wanted was for him to move on like I had, and be happy like I was or wasn’t.

Anyway, so since we were still friends we would hang out every one or two months or so. Just catch up. After all, we used to talk every single day. He was my best friend, and I’m pretty sure I was his. So yesterday we hung out. Our mutual friend Brendan ended up hanging out with us for most of the evening, too. And after I drove Brendan home, and pulled up to Charles’s house, this was of course when we got the important stuff off our chests.

The truth:

“I was just so scared I was going to lose you, and I ended up losing you anyway..”

“I was so insecure…always afraid to do the wrong thing…that one day you’d wake up and want someone smarter, funnier, more your type…”

“I had a lot of issues going on at the time.”

“It took me a trip to the hospital to straighten myself out.”

“My mom always says you were perfect, and how could I treat you like that? She thought we were going to get married.”

“To admit, so did I. I could see it all in my head.”

“I thought we were going to get married too…”

“It just wasn’t the right time…”

And then I knew we had been on the same page the whole time, neither one of us speaking up, neither one of us being kind to ourselves, both of us loving the other person more than we were willing to admit to ourselves. And when I finally drove home I knew that part of each of us will always wonder “what would happen if we finally got it right…?”.

I think knowing that someone was that committed to me, who loved me that much and trusted me that much, is what makes me certain of how my life is now. I think if anything, Charles’s and mine relationship taught me to stand up for myself and know that I deserve the relationship I am in now. Maybe that’s what “closure” means.

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About diagnosemylife

Okay, if I can't keep all this stuff about my life in my head, how do you expect me to shove it in this little box?

Posted on 02/21/2013, in All That "Love" Crap, People--The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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