Guy's done with my disparaging comments about Lady GuyGuy. She's his choice. He made that perfectly clear in a phone call tonight.
He just called and informed me he doesn't want me to call, email or text him. Ever again.
He doesn't want to even be friends. He wants me to cut off all communication to him altogether.
She's his "Rock of Gibraltar" and he's not going to wreck his 30 year marriage for a loser like me. Very talked today about being open to love other people who are emotionally available, but I told her, prophetically, that I was too bitter and had resigned myself to a life alone and that I was getting to be okay with that. That I had Luke, but he'll leave me eventually for his own life. Guy said I had supportive friends, who might be in alternative relationships, but he wanted no part of that. That's not what we're talking about. I'm talking about a life partner. I won't ever have one. Of this, I'm positive. Guy said I'm "wonderful" and hopes I'll find somebody someday, but it won't be him. And people wonder why I'm jaded about love.
He doesn't love me. He lied when he said he did. Repeatedly.
His actions don't match his statements, but that's apparently immaterial.
I wish Meg were awake to talk to but she has to get up at 4am for work. I'd call Kate, but the walls here have ears, and I don't want my mom or Luke in on the conversation, so I'll call her tomorrow.
Guy says he has no secrets from his wife, but I kind of doubt she's in on all the canoodling and kisses we've had the last few years, unless things blew up at home. They had to have. Somebody saw or read something he didn't cover his tracks about. He said I wrote some "bizarre" blogs. All of my blogs are slightly "bizarre," to be honest. What were the intentions of his affections? A tease? Just a flattered, horny old man? Who knows. We'll never know, it would seem.
He says I still have BMF. That's comforting, given he's married too. Happily. At least I know for a blunt fact that he loves me.
In my mind, there is no thing as true love for a lifetime, but I wish Guy and his wife the best of luck. They're going to have a BALL building the Escher jigsaw puzzle I gave him for his birthday when they go on vacation to Michigan this summer. Let's just say I'm the missing link.
I'm just letting the tears stream from my eyes. I'm not stopping them.