I went through a lot of shit. Physical illness that I suppose isn't part of the paranormal, could be pretty easily stress related. Except, I got a boil. A literal fucking boil, that for five years, would return to mark the anniversary.
In the mean time, I was pretty busted up. I threw myself into a grand, crazy adventure in a shitty attempt to live the life I dreamed about having with her. I moved to California, got married, spent six years there before finding out my wife didn't want to have a kid, but I don't NOT want to.. And my dad got sick with heart problems.. I left my wife and moved home a couple months ago.
Last week, I was talking to my sister and telling her about this girl cause we were having a esoteric conversation. Neither of us are pros, we just occasionally like to entertain the suspension of disbelief. It also served to explain to my sister why I had thrown away a number of years of my youth, where that had come from.
Well, I guess I spoke her name for the first time out loud in a long time.. I didn't see the message for a couple days, but that day, as I was speaking to my sister, she had written to me on Facebook. After 8 years, she decided that time to look me up and write me.
We've been talking, but I'm torn. I never had a connection with anyone else like I have with her. But she's married, unhappily, in Eastern Europe.. I don't know, I feel stuck. I found from the failure of my marriage that the lack of an emotional connection like I had experienced is crushingly disappointing.. It's like, I can't be happy pretending I'm in love with someone who has noooo idea.. So for me to be in other relationships, I have to fake that I'm happy, I have to use the other person.. I don't feel good about that. I tried for a long time to nurture a connection with the wife I had, but it was ultimately fruitless.
But I don't feel like I can be content to either hope for this girl I apparently kept connected to for 8 years to pull of a fucking miracle and decide to run away to America, nor can I live like a hermit.
You know what I do to tide me over? Waste money in strip clubs to get strangers to rub their tits in my face long enough to forget a little while. I don't want to fuck anyone elses' life just for mine, so I hesitate to get too close to anyone else, but I'm also too scared of ultimate disappointment in life to stay content with an online relationship, even with someone I think might be a real-deal soulmate.