On affairs, breakups, and reopening old wounds

Several years ago, I started dating someone I’ll call N..  N. was really pretty and really different from anyone I’d dated before.  She was 1. Smoking Hot (no offense to anyone else I’d dated before) and 2. taught me I could move in ways I had never before thought possible.  She encouraged me and pushed me in a way that felt fulfilling and truly inspiring.  But, you know, relationships and all that.  She lived far away, and I didn’t have a car.  Bits of tension crept in over silly things, and ultimately I decided that it wasn’t working out.  We ended things on good terms.

A year or so after that, I met B..  You thought N. was hot?  Well.  Anyway, I met B., we chatted, we talked about setting up a time to get together, and then Daphne came into the picture.  You read that right – the dog came into my life, and I decided that trying to learn to live with and train my first dog was not the ideal time to start a new relationship, even if it was just coffee dates, and so, once again, I called things off.

In the meantime, other things came into and out of my life.  And then, another year later, I crossed paths with B. again.  And this time, you know, something clicked.  True lesbian-relationship style, I fell madly in love, head over heels, and if I could have moved in with her, I probably would have.  Unfortunately, that really wasn’t an option at the time, but we spent a lot of time together, gazing into each other’s eyes, having grand adventures.  Yes, the adventures were so awesome I am willing to call them Grand Adventures.

In retrospect, it should have been a big warning sign that B. was openly dating other women. Several other women.  This was never a secret, but for some reason I really thought that in the end she would choose me.  And guess what?  She didn’t.  I was crushed. Oh, my, the tears; I think the only time I cried that much beforehand was when my very first girlfriend and I broke up and I was like, “Oh, so this is what people mean when they talk about heartbreak.” After B., I decided I was never dating anyone, ever again.  If this is what these relationships were like, I wanted none of it.

Well, last night, I saw N. again.  I don’t really know how to describe my feelings around all of this.  We held hands; we sat really close to each other.  No kissing, and only a little bit of ass-grabbing.

What do you do when you break up with someone you really, really love, and then someone else you once really loved wants you back?  Do you want them back?  Is it worth the risk again?  Do you hope that someone totally different will come along?  Because, sure, there are other people out there, but they’re different and maybe don’t have the qualities you are looking for.

I suppose this is a good time to note that I am not talking about actual people.  You may have noticed I’m actually married, I think I mentioned it once or twice, and it’s not really an open relationship (except in the case of roller derby?).  I spent my first year on a roller derby league having just moved to Boston; I had no friends, no girlfriend, and roller derby was pretty much my whole life (that was N., in case you were wondering).  I routinely said that roller derby was my girlfriend.  And it’s funny, now, how much it feels like an old relationship coming back. I went to tryouts last night for the league that I started skating with way back when it was a baby league.  I started skating with them before I knew how to skate, and when they were only a few weeks old.  Now I have gone through two skate upgrades, actually played roller derby, and this league is so real that they are having real life tryouts.

I’m excited.  I know how much derby means to me, and how much it can change my life.  But I’m also so wary.  I’m not ready for this heartbreak yet again.

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10 responses to “On affairs, breakups, and reopening old wounds

  1. Julie

    !!!!!!! By the time I hit Paragraph #5, my jaw was hitting the floor and I had begun sputtering nonsensically to my dog, who had no idea what’s going on.

    Good luck with derby. They’d be lucky to have you! And I’m glad you didn’t really play grab-ass with an ex recently.

    • Hahaha, yeah I can see that. I felt a LITTLE guilty writing the way I did… but I figured at least it had some entertainment value. Still figuring out what I want, but thanks for your encouraging words!

  2. Dude!!! You had me a bit worried there. Great story! Good luck with try-outs. Can we see some photos please 😀

  3. Kristine

    Yay!!! You definitely had me confused for a second there. But now that I get it, I feel so dumb.

    Maybe you’re not ready, but what would you regret more? Holding back out of fear or giving it a shot and potentially starting something awesome? If you don’t try, you’ll just never know.

    Good luck!!

    • Don’t feel dumb! No one else got it either until the end. You guys, I promise I’m not cheating on my awesome wife.

      Oof, thanks for the reminder: I do want to give it a shot. You’re so smart.

  4. You had me too. After you started talking about sitting close to this ex and holding hands, I had to do a double take. What blog was I reading. Did someone hack into Bird’s blog? I freaked out a little.

    Good luck with the derby my friend. You two are made for each other.

    • This made me laugh when I read it! Thanks for thinking we’re made for each other… that’s what I think sometimes, too, but it’s encouraging to hear from someone else!

  5. This made me so nervous. Between all of the marriage-is-very-hard posts I have read lately, and then you grabbing ass with some other lady… for a split second I was ready to say to hell with marriage! Okay… maybe that is a little dramatic.

    I am so glad you are talking derby.

    • That’s hilarious! I am glad I am talking derby, too. Maybe it’ll take this time? Then more tales of ass-bruises and ass-grabbing. In the most chaste way possible. Er, if not chaste, then at least faithful.

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