Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Well, for the last week and a half, I wondered just how bad things were, and whether or not anything was salvageable. Z and I talked at length about the problems that we've been having, and what could or could not be done to resolve these issues. There are a lot of things that would be beneficial to both of us in splitting up, but there are a lot of great things about staying together, and as far as I could tell, there were more reasons to stay together than separate, until today.
Today, Z told me that he needs to be with someone from a better background than me. There were a lot of things said, and mostly in a round-about way, but what it all boils down to is that I and my family and my friends are not good enough for him and his family. I don't know where all of this comes from, as his entire family has always been good to me, and tried to accept me, and for the three plus years we've been together there was no such insinuation that he was such a bigot. I'm stunned. I'm appalled. I'm sick to my stomach to think that there are still people in this world that think this way, and sicker still to know that I have been so close to someone that thinks this way, and to know think that I had no idea.
Needless to say, it is now done. There is a finality to this situation now that cannot be undone. Whatever I thought might have been, definitely is not. This is a harsh reality, and I will be angry for some time, but at least I won't be sad. I haven't really lost anything, because in truth I never really had it.
I need a distraction now. Anyone for cocktails?
Today, Z told me that he needs to be with someone from a better background than me. There were a lot of things said, and mostly in a round-about way, but what it all boils down to is that I and my family and my friends are not good enough for him and his family. I don't know where all of this comes from, as his entire family has always been good to me, and tried to accept me, and for the three plus years we've been together there was no such insinuation that he was such a bigot. I'm stunned. I'm appalled. I'm sick to my stomach to think that there are still people in this world that think this way, and sicker still to know that I have been so close to someone that thinks this way, and to know think that I had no idea.
Needless to say, it is now done. There is a finality to this situation now that cannot be undone. Whatever I thought might have been, definitely is not. This is a harsh reality, and I will be angry for some time, but at least I won't be sad. I haven't really lost anything, because in truth I never really had it.
I need a distraction now. Anyone for cocktails?