*Note: I wrote this post over 4th July holiday. I started several posts but just couldn't get around to finishing them! But I was able to finish this one as the kids and I go off on summer holiday. Long plane rides are good for
something, plus I got upgraded to First Class!
Forgive spelling and grammar since I'm
On the iPhone. I also intended to edit this in a more logical way but decided to leave it as written – stream of consciousness.
I'm on the beach today with my kids. We take a little vacation every year to the same small beach town. I enjoy this time immensely as I rarely see them this relaxed and focused on nothing but family time. It was always important to me to carve out these times during the year with my family. My x didn't see it the same way. He saw the cost of vacation rather than the memory making.
As I'm sitting under the umbrella watching my boys sleep on the blankets and listening to the sound of the waves crash and children playing around me, I can't help but think of Bennett.
This post about Bennett is going to be boring to most but I wrote it for me.
I know I have said it before: he is my perfect man. I think that's the killer for me. I had believed (at the time of my divorce) that maybe my x was right and I was never going to find someone who gave me everything I ever wanted. Many readers (though interestingly enough, not local friends) say my standards are much too high and I should lower them. My x claimed that no man could ever keep up with the things I expected. But Bennett did, for a long time. In fact, he probably raised my expectations.
Yes, some things are so small they can go unnoticed – but that's not the person I am, nor is it the person he is. I have said several times he was my reflection. I never met a man who kept pace with my emotion in this way. I had truly believed it had become improbable I ever would. Then he came along. Such surprise and delight at finally finding the man of my dreams. The little girls Prince Charming and knight in shining armor. It's pretty tough to put these first fantasies away once you have what you have believed in your entire life. Dreams don't always come true. But somehow, this one did in the most unexpected form.
Words are clearly my love language with actions a close second. Bennett knew how to speak to me in a way no one ever had before. I know I'm going to cry as I write this but I have to get it out. All the big, small, silly and mundane things that endeared him to me forever.
He was always worried about me. Constantly. He checked in with me all day every day to see what I was doing. He knew my routine like the back of his hand. He knew my family, friends and coworkers name. Hell, he knew which seat I preferred on the bus.
He would do research on things we spoke about. Brands, restaurants, places, ideas or movies. Didn't matter. If either of us discussed something the other didn't know about, he looked into it. He didn't rely on me to "figure" something out. He helped me or did it with or for me.
He checked the traffic and weather for me all the time when I was traveling. Even when I was commuting. If my day-to-day was impacted, he knew.
He knew the time zones I was in and my agenda for the day. He knew when I was nervous about a work presentation. He knew that every Wednesday when I had to present the the CFO I was nervous.
He knew when I me my new CEO and what we talked about. He gave me solid advice how to manage a social trip with him, alone. Something I have never had to do before.
He knew what I drank. He never came to my house empty handed. If a liquor store had a brand of prosecco I hadn't tried he would buy them all. He could tell if I was going to like a new cocktail before I read the menu.
He would cut food for me and feed me. He served me. He would eat anything I made for him and love it. He raved about my cooking. He grilled perfectly. He was a perfect drinking and dining companion. He never ran out of stories. Dining, drinking and laughing with him became an treasured event.
He sang to me all the time. He recorded songs for me that meant something. When he did a gig he would always tell me what he sang for me. Since we have broken up in January he had stopped singing my songs at a gig unless we were in a good place. It required him to make an entire new set list at one point. He started to write a song for me but it wasn't finished as far as I know. That makes me sad that he could never finish my song. He said that no one had ever liked to listen to him sing. He loved to sing to me and I loved to listen. At night he would take his guitar out and play and play and play for me.
I could listen to his voice for hours. It was the perfect combination of calm confidence enough and sexiness. I fell in love with the sound of his voice and his stories long before anything else. He is entirely engaging. And he can make me laugh to the core of my belly. Constantly.
We could talk for hours and hours. Over nothing. Over everything. There was no lack of interesting conversation. The fact that he thought about many things in a similar manner to me was fascinating to me.
I could depend on him to communicate with me almost every hour. Usually not less than two, no matter where he was. He was also very clear about what he was doing and when. I never felt disconnected from him, even when he was with his family. That changed after May 4. The entire pace of his communication dropped. Some of the key notes of our communication cadence changed and I feel the immensity of their absence.
He would send so many photos. Of him, his kids, where he was, something he saw. I loved it. I always felt like I was on his mind. He would always check my IG and comment on my photos and commentary. He knew who always liked my photos and would joke that Finnian still was checking me out.
He is an amazing father. Exactly the type of man I would want to father my own children. The perfect blend of stern, serious, funny and dependable. His relationships to his parents as well as his children is admirable. His children adore him and depend on him for good advice. They have a decent amount of fear of his poor opinion as well, which I believe is healthy.
He likes the same type of family things I do and wants to invest in these things. Vacations, dinners, sports, games, time alone. Things that breed relationship. He is always available for his family. He never puts himself first.
He is immensely patient and kind. He doesn't like adversity. He has taught me to be more careful with my words and actions than even he knows. I believe he would keep all my anxiety at bay if we were together because he is like a rock, he became my foundation.
He can fix almost anything and was always looking to help me in my home. It would make him crazy if something broke and he wasn't there to fix it. Nothing went undone. He would leave me sleeping in bed to go take care of something just to help me. He would run to the store to get what I needed. Nothing was ever a problem or complaint. It was never too much to help.
He held my hand so tightly I would have to remind him I wasn't a child. He would put himself in front of me if we crossed a street or if there were people barreling around me. He navigated the way for me – I could have closed my eyes in a large city and trusted I would be safe holding his hand.
He couldn't go a couple days without seeing me and made that abundantly clear to me. He told me I was the air he breathed. That living without my kisses is like living without oxygen. He always asked when he would see me next. He would come to work and just drop off flowers if I couldn't meet him. He would hand write the cards on the flowers with a special lyric between us. When we are together we do not part, we are always touching and constantly kissing. We are definitely the couple you gag over or realize they are amazingly in love. That feeling of new love desperation has disappeared for him, he doesn't demonstrate that urgent desire since May 4. That saddens me so deeply.
More than once someone (a waiter or a cab driver etc) has commented how clear it was that my man was deeply in love with me. It was overwhelmingly obvious.
He always paid. Without question. He didn't care how much we spent or where we went. He liked BBQ wings and beer as much as a Michelin star restaurant. He could dress up or down without hesitation. He always got an uber. He knew if I was wearing heels there wasn't going to be too much walking involved. I never asked. He loved my heels. I loved to dress for him.
When he got us a hotel room in the city he always made sure I had a large bottle of water next to the bed and a bottle of prosecco on ice.
He looked at a menu and saw things I would like and asked me about them. We shared food often.
He always opened my doors and car doors for me. Every, single time. I always walked first into a restaurant or to a table. He always deferred politely – unless he was walking with me in the city in which case he always took control!
He knew exactly how to please me in bed and went to great lengths to ensure I was pleased, multiple times, every time. He asked me about it. He wanted to make sure I was happy and sated. He liked to play with toys – on both of us. He liked new positions. He could have sex 10 times in a row and never grew tired or soft. He held me closely while we slept. He often would just watch me fall to sleep first before he would allow himself to sleep. He loved my body just the way it is and told me so every single time. There was nothing he didn't love about our sex. He had no issue going down on me after sex. His body, while not perfect, was perfect for me. I know I did the same for him, nothing is off limits for me in bed when I enjoy a partner. I was constantly pleasing him and wanting him to feel like a man. We loved how we fit together so well.
When I told him how sexy I thought his muscles were after some time working out, he worked harder to make himself even more appealing to me. He loved how turned on I would get by the change in his upper body. His strength was a massive turn on. He had gotten so strong towards the end that he had no issue moving me around easily during sex.
When I suggested he try a different type of clothing to suit his shape better, he did. He now wears a very different type of fit head to toe and knows how much better he looks. Even his underwear is all new. His coworkers comment constantly now.
He always bought me my favorite cologne and lotion so I never ran low.
He would help me with work issues. He is so smart and so professional that I could depend on his advice to be bang-on. He is the best kind of boss at work – totally reliable and easy going, but knows how to get what he wants. He is highly valued in his role. He loves his job but still has ambition. His work ethic is impressive. And just as importantly, he told me I was good for him And he could talk to me about his work. I knew his projects, his coworkers and bosses and his history. I enjoyed hearing what he was doing each day. I admired his dedication and tenacity.
He called me every morning for coffee chat and nearly every night before bed. Not a day went by without good mornings and good nights. He would always ask what I ate for every meal or what I was wearing.
He enjoys his life and doesn't let money stand in the way. He believes in supporting his kids education. He isn't a huge spender on the same things I like and he teases me about my "bougie " side but he also embraces it all the same. That's the perfect balance for me – I just need someone to appreciate that I do like finer things in life and it doesn't make me high-maintainence.
He told me he loved me so often and in so many ways. The way he would Look at me when we made love and sometimes cry out in desperation how deeply he loved me touched me like nothing else ever has.
He loves his family, his parents and his life. He has created a great life and worked hard to achieve it. People admire him. He is surrounded by many friends. I find all of that immensely attractive.
He noticed everything I did for him. I am a natural born pleaser and like to make sure my partner is happy and comfortable. I always made him his favorite drink, had whatever treats he liked, left him a clean towel and a bottle of water next to the bed. I could make his coffee perfectly. He knew exactly what my long-ass coffee order at Starbucks was. He knew it took me forever to finish my coffee as well. He paid attention to everything. Every detail.
He is hands down the best kisser in my life. I could kiss him for hours and never tire. His kisses could ignite a passion within me like no other. I was able to achieve multiple types of orgasm with him because I was so confident and comfortable and because he took the time to pay close attention to every minute move of my body. Our physical connection is undeniable. I cannot believe this man ever had sexual dysfunction.
No part of my body has gone unnoticed. I didn't know how much I loved my toes being sucked.
I could sleep in the crook of his arm all night and not even move. He claims he worries I don't breathe because I am so peaceful.
When I see him I am immediately calm. He has an effect on me that creates a peace deep within me.
If I cry and he sings I can calm immediately.
I don't love facial hair but I love his. I can run my hands across his cheek for hours and never tire of how soft it feels to me.
He is an amazing provider. His family has nothing to want for or to worry about. He doesn't complain when his children ask for something. His wife spends as she pleases. He manages everything. The finances, college, the entire house. He cooks and cleans and does laundry. He is equally as responsible for his children as his wife. Both parents are equally invested in raising good kids.
Somehow he understand me. He understands complexities I can't seem to see. There are things about him I can see right through and I can call him on it. We get each other. We inspire each other. We give each other a reason to get through a day- because the one we love is at the end of it.
Bennett hits every single requirement on my "list" plus some I didn't even know I had. I still find that unusual. What are the chances?
Maybe that's why they call it soulmates or twin flames.
He wasn't afraid to cry with me or tell me his deepest fears. Maybe he had trouble communicating when he was most angry, sad or distressed but I was always able to pull him from the turtle shell he hid in.
He apologized when he was wrong.
He was thoughtful. Kind. Generous. Intelligent. In his own way his handsomeness grew on me. Especially when he smiles.
He loved the smell of me. He understood it's uniqueness.
We discussed many, many times how we both never had this type of relationship. That bit was something we always wanted, always dreamed of. To be able to give yourself entirely to a partner and get it back in spades. To have the type of reprocity most can only dream of. Getting everything you ever wanted without even having to ask for it.
I never doubted the depth of his love for me until May 4th. Now I do…and now many of the words are gone even though some actions remained. This makes be believe that Bennett is the type of person whose words carry equal weight – he doesn't use them now because he has realized they held too much promise and I built a delusional future on those words and inherent promises.
I miss the words and the connection. I miss that depth of longing. Holy fuck I miss him from before May 4.
I know I can see him and have sex with him should I choose to. I know he does love me. But what built the bond between us is gone now and that's the pain for me. It's frightening to me to realize he can't be mine in any way. I work hard to convince myself every moment that I don't want what he can give me. It will only hurt me More to be missing what I once had.
Many people believe words don't carry the same power as action. Maybe. In his case there was a combination of both that pulled me in deeply.
It's hard for me to understand how he would be able to stop saying those things. I don't know how to turn off my emotion so I don't know how anyone does it. But stop it had. I suppose it's what's drove me to my final breakdown. But I realize it doesn't matter what I say or do – he needs to be able to feel those things in his heart to behave that way. And he knows he can't continue.
I am trying every day to tell myself I can't continue either and it's so hard for me. Every day I do a little more emotional purging
But I am far from successful. I still text with him most days. We don't see each other as much which also limits any sexual interaction.
He's been very depressed as of late with both his children leaving for college, his younger son in particular. I've never experienced a man cry so often and he admits it's unlike him.
I don't know what I feel to be honest. The mistaken phone call was a big riff between us as expected. I have chosen not to focus on what remains between us partly because I am very afraid I will lose control again and partly because I cannot afford any distraction from work. I'm not in a healthy place, I know it, and I'm not actively taking care of my emotional health by continuing with him.
I know we can never go back but there are glimpses of the times before May. I realize it often makes me more sad than happy after the fact (during I'm just fine).