The Thinking Other Woman

What you should know BEFORE your affair.



Posted by The Thinking Other Woman on September 22, 2021 at 10:45 PM

OK, I'm thoroughly confused.

This is the THIRD time someone on a mobile has come on the site, not gone to the main blog page and searched, or gone to any other page, and entered the site straight on one of the messages I posted up here for him, then gone straight to the other,

Google Analytics tells me this person is in PARIS. 

PARIS. What the fuck???

How are people doing this? Going straight to these messages without coming in on the home page or even having to search for them? As if they've got them bookmarked or something.

Is this him, and he's got some way of masking his location? (He IS a computer guru, so if anyone could do that, it's him.)



On the relevant posts I have left the following message:

OK, dude. Come on. Really?? An addendum posted 9/23/21



Dear Sweetheart (Name withheld. You know who you are!),




Google Analytics informs me someone keeps visiting this post and the other one I made to you when I noticed you were visiting here and reading my blogs. The locations, however, are wildly improbable. Maplewood, NJ, I can see. Birmingham, Alabama and Paris, France, I rather doubt.




Either people in these locations are interested in my messages specifically to you for reasons I cannot fathom (and finding these posts by some method of occult divination, since they do not perform a search to find them), or ...




... this is you. Hiding behind a VPN.




(Yes, computer-stoopid though I am, I figured out what these are.)




If this is you, you need to understand that I am on the point of giving up on you. No relationship is no relationship. I post to you and you won't even speak to me. You just scat like light. Patience has ceased to be a virtue.




I have absolutely no idea what is going on in your home and I don't want to intrude where I may not be welcome or could do damage. Therefore, you also need to understand that I cannot and will not contact you without your permission, even though I have your email and your phone number, and obviously, I know where your facebook is. I don't have that permission, so other than a public post like this, you will not hear from me.




And it's getting really hard to justify posting to you, or about you, any more.




I wished that something could have worked out here. I really did. I knew this person was going to behave exactly as she did, and you sounded very unhappy when we last spoke four years ago.




But four years is a long time, and you never came back. What do you expect me to do but finally give up on you, move on, and just write you off forever? I didn't want to do this. I really, really didn't. My therapist has refrained from rolling her eyes at me hanging on and not giving up on you, but, her patience is soon to be rewarded.




Turns out that the immortal Rhett Butler was right. Even the most deathless love can wear out.




When you let things go for years and years, eventually they're gone. That ring on your left hand? That's the relationship you're in. I've had to accept that.




I am not angry at you. I'm not angry at anything that's happened. I really needed some deep personal growth I didn't even know I needed, and that's what's transpired over these last six years. Do you know, we first started talking almost six years ago? I was so happy then. I really was. I think you were, too.




I always knew you as the most brilliant mind, and the kindest and sweetest person. I wish you weren't so codependent. I wish you didn't beat up on yourself.




THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU. There never was. All of that is that worn-out tape of parental neglect playing over and over and over: "I'm no good, I'm no good. Everything is my fault. No one will ever love me. I mess everything up. I'm unlovable, I'm repulsive ..."








I wish you could see yourself the way you really are. I loved you, and you ran away.




I understand why. Family is important. I don't have a family. I had to cut mine off. The difference between us is you were willing to keep acting a role in order to keep yours, and I wasn't.



I guess the awfulness was just a matter of degree. But one thing I learned from acting and acting and pretending and pretending to be what my family wanted from me over so many years was this:



If you have to act a part in order for them to love you, do they, in fact, really love YOU? Because, if they did, wouldn't they care about your feelings?



Mine didn't, and that was very apparent, so I left. I know your situation is different. Children live forever in the home they grew up in and they don't want to leave it, especially if they were happy there. It's hard for them to make an adjustment like that. And grandchildren are precious. Especially a new grandson. Congratulations, by the way.




Always know that I will always love you. But, no means no, running away is running away, and eventually we have no choice but to take no for an answer.




If you log on here and I know you've seen this and you run away again, I have no choice but to accept a final no as your answer. I can do that, and I'm ready to just write you off and move on. I've had enough of waiting and hoping for something that will never happen.




You're always welcome to speak to me. You're welcome to come back to the place where we met, as well. I'm not there much now. I've come to understand that I simply can't do what the others are doing, and there's no point wasting my time anymore. From time to time I drop in to say hi, but more and more that's just a sad place for me, and one I've had to leave behind.




I still see us there: the naive kid I was, thinking I could make a career out of fan fiction, and this incredibly smart, nice guy who wrote nonfiction and wanted to write a novel. I see all of us, hanging out at Starbucks drinking coffee and talking til 11 o'clock at night. I had never had real friends before that. Those were some of the happiest times of my life.



And my husband. I remember him.



A lot sure has changed after over twenty-two years. But the love and the memories will remain.




I expect I won't hear from you or see you lurking here ever again, since all you ever do when I post you anything is run. So, I expect that this is good bye.




Please take care of yourself. Know that I am grateful for all I've learned from knowing you. I will always care about you and wish the very best for you. Sweetie, all I want for you is that you can know who you are without your feelings constantly all mixed up with everyone else's because you believe that you are no good unless you are making everyone else happy. All I want for you is the experience of decent self-worth before you die.


Any decision you make on that basis is one I am okay with.




Love, me.




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