KJ is gone. I lost him. Literally. No breaking up was required. Like “Bye Felicia” “Adios” “Sayonara” “Deuces”. I knew something was wrong when he couldn’t remember having sex with me (see previous post), but I didn’t know it was that bad. For my mental health, it’s for the best. For my heart, it sucks.
I saw him Thursday and we talked and made up from Wednesday. He was normal. We had fun, even though he was working. He chilled with my kids. After realizing I had feelings for him, I wanted to see if I could help him overcome what he needs to overcome. We made plans for Friday, and for the first time, I was the one to say “I love you.”
Friday night comes and he doesn’t show. I look on our schedule app for work and notice he’s no longer listed as an employee. I have no way of getting in touch with him since he broke his phone so I called a coworker. She informed me that he came to work so strung out that it was dangerous. He ended up walking out of work and going to a town about an hour away from us, to one of our other restaurant locations, where he proceeded to get more fucked up and kicked out. He’s worked for our chain for over ten years, so I knew it was something major. Everyone is concerned. His mom doesn’t know where he is. HIs roommate says he didn’t see him for a day and a half. I dropped by his place last night. I went to every bar I know he goes to. He’s nowhere. He’s such a creature of habit that he never goes anywhere different. I don’t have a good feeling.
He’s gone. And it is out of my control. Even if he comes back, he still has to be gone for me. I can’t go through this again with someone I love. Addiction is a beast that love or sex cannot conquer. I feel like KJ has been dangling over the railing of a bridge and I’ve been holding his hand feeling his hand slip through mine, but at the same time, he’s trying to send me over with him.
With CS, I was heartbroken, I cared about him a lot. Loved talking to him and spending time with him, but I wasn’t in love with him, and he didn’t need me. I cried and cried and cried when he broke up with me. I haven’t cried yet for KJ. I’m numb and protecting my heart, because when it finally hits me, it’s going to break me for awhile, there’s no crying for three days and getting over it. I had to sleep on the couch last night because I”m so accustomed to him on Fridays going to sleep with him curled up behind me, beard nuzzling the back of my neck, and hand on my boob. I actually had to wrap my arms around myself for comfort. When I woke up, I had to stare at the ceiling and realize I don’t know if he’s alive or dead or safe. And hear his voice in my head telling me just five days ago “I’m damaged babe. I love you but don’t do this to yourself”, before making love to me like he never had.
It’s so funny how life works. When I started posting about KJ and we were just having the best sex of our lives. And then me not telling him I’m ready when he asked. And then figuring out I have feelings for him by hooking up with someone else. And then him disappearing after I told him I loved him. There’s no closure to be had on this one. He’s gone.