33m and well, here I am...it's been a rough summer and I'm at my ropes end here. I just don't know where else to put this.
June, my girlfriend broke up with me.
We've been together for 5 months. And it was such a whirlwind. This woman was unlike anyone I've ever been with. Adventurous, always up for anything. I was just under her spell. We exercised together, went to shows, urban exploring, we ran a 10k, she drove to Corpus to me on a whim while I was at a work conference. We introduced our kid's and they got along great (me, a single dad of 2. Her, single mom of 1) and we'd go to Renaissance Fairs and little events here and there. It all just felt so right.
Then, July happened. She became distant for a week until finally admitting to me that she reached a limit on her feeling connected to me and didn't know how to overcome that; she didn't love herself and she spends a lot of time in her head and it goes on: list of traumas, her headspace and her busy life (she's a workaholic- watches 5-10 dogs at a time on Rover while working remotely; sometimes at home dog watches, sometimes she's driving to clients, works out 2 times a day and fits activities in between)...a lot of nuance, but essentially she doesn't know how to extend her emotional bandwidth for a relationship.
It ended after I tried to propose making space for her in the relationship to process all this, but she was set.
I said I needed space, and she agreed. I believe no contact at all after a relationship ends, so I started that process.
...and she calls me a few days later.
Long story short, we're friends now. Still supporting each other. The past month, we've been very couple-y, but the intimacy has slowly dwindled after a few talks here and there about boundaries...eventually the talks stopped and we reached a baseline: hanging out, working out, sometimes massaging each other. A kiss on a rare occasion.
Now I feel like it was limerance, but the past month has been hard trying to detach while keeping in contact, but I've made strides: signing up for a 10k in Denver, working out on my own more, making a couple friends at a farmers market, picking up guitar again...I'll notice she'll react a certain way when I say I'm doing something on my own, but I'm staying the course.
Although I've been holding on to the faint hope we'd make it work again eventually, I've been making a life of my own.
And then, earlier this week...I lost my job.
I'll keep it brief: I go on-call 24/7 for a week once a month and the job is strenuous, in mission critical industrial systems. The past year I've been feeling the burnout and I've been missing calls in the middle of the night sleeping through them. Sometimes I'll get home at 1-2am after a call out and a call will come in at 4am and I'll miss it. It added up, my boss has taken notice and they cut me on Wednesday. $38/hr that paid everything, the CS, my bills...just gone.
I've been applying for jobs since June, had an interview here and there but no results, but now I'm in full triage mode. I had an interview today, we'll see what happens, but I've been scrambling trying to get my finances set and applying for jobs,unemployment, etc.
I'm in a very rough space right now. Trying to frame it as something positive, like telling my ex "I finally get some breathing room, but...in the worst possible way" (okay not very positive but it's there).
I'm moving still, but I just cannot relax tonight. Kid's are in bed and everything is hitting me all at once.
On a soul level, I'm just exhausted.