A week after telling my husband I wanted a divorce I had the opportunity to meet a really nice guy. I wasn’t looking to meet someone, neither was he. It was a totally chance meeting. I thought nothing more, after meeting him, than “what a really nice guy.” That’s it. Back to work, back to life, back to getting through the divorce.
A couple weeks later, the nice guy called me at work to ask me if he could call me at home. I said yes, what was the harm in talking. A couple weeks after that, after logging a lot of talking minutes over the phone, the nice guy asked me out.
Having been with the same man, faithfully, for 23 years, it was a foreign concept for me to go out with someone else, but he was such a nice guy I thought it couldn’t hurt. Could it?
For the first time in 23 years I was sitting across the table from a completely different man. Not only that, it had only been one month since I’d told my husband I wanted a divorce. The whole experience was nerve racking and I had considered cancelling numerous times, but did not. When I told the nice guy I’d considered cancelling he said he would have understood if I had. He was such a nice guy.
Fast forward six months and the nice guy and I continue to see each other when we can. Fast forward six months further and this nice guy is in love with me and I can say that I love him too. He is more than just a nice guy. He is kind, funny, warm and loving. Consistent, but not predictable and fun to spend time with.
This really nice guy and I spent a total of two years and three months dating each other. That all ended last Tuesday, when it was decided (mainly by him) that we shouldn’t see each other anymore.
It was a little upsetting, but truthfully he had broken up with me 9 months earlier (for 30 days) for the same reasons and I knew it was going to happen again. In fact, I wanted it to happen, but didn’t have the courage to make it happen on my own. Yet, when he did it, the feeling of rejection, even though I knew he was doing me a favor was painful.