Received this text from Seabloke as I was driving home after seeing D off at the airport last Saturday:
(D) left? Big ok?"After all that's happened, nothings not ok anymore" was my reply.
Today's the 5th day that D's been away.
So far, so good.
This is by far the easiest trip that D's made in the 15 years that we've been together - no drama at the airport, no emotional blackmail on my part, no tears, no concern whatsoever over who he's going to be seeing or staying over with.
I must have died on April 26 2008, when he boarded the flight to HK to meet her. I think I died on the way to the airport.
Well, maybe just half dead.
Coz I definitely felt the worst pain in my life in the 2 days that he spent with her while he was there.
Then maybe after that, I died.
No, not quite.
Coz in the 3 months that followed, I continued to LIVE in hell, as secrets that were kept from me began to surface (ok, they didn't surface, I went digging).
My biggest problem is my high threshold for pain. My dentist loves me, my doctors love me, and my beautician (who makes the bravest man tear when she pokes her needle into their zits and drags her sterilized little tools across their faces to extract and collect whatever's inside, then applies antiseptic immediately after that burns their fresh wound) absolutely loves me.
I never made a sound on the dentist's chair, never screamed or curse at anyone when I was in labor at 19, teased my doctor who treated me for second-degree burns coz he looked so shocked to see skin just folding down and falling off me as I walked (no, I didn't call an ambulance) into his clinic, drove 30km home after having a nasty fall while skating alone, with blood flowing freely from exactly where I got burnt years ago, and the only thought on my mind was: "there goes my car! Shit!!!".
I haven't found my match when it comes to putting up with emotional pain.
After losing 3 children, and then followed by 2 pillars of my life, without really feeling anything after I had had a few days to process and digest the new data , I suspect that I'm born with stunted pain receptors.
Then strangely in April this year, my heart ached for the first time. Apart from what D said, what he did killed my heart almost right after it found its beats.
Just a week ago, which was 2 days before he flew, a sleepless D attempted to get me to hug him to sleep. I didn't respond coz I was on medication (something that I take every night to give me 4 hours of very deep sleep). D hadn't really been told of the effect of the medication in the years that I've been taking them, and he never really got to find out coz he 's the fortunate kind that can fall asleep the moment he shuts his eyes.
Anyway, he was really upset, albeit only briefly.
I was confused.
What does D really want?
He doesn't like the burden of being loved, so I stop loving.
He said he doesn't love me anymore, so I don't want to love him either.
But we are each other's greatest pal (so I thought), and I love his jokes, so I don't see why we can't live happily together.
If there ever is a reason that we can't, it would be this: something that starts with the letter "W".
For as long as I live, I will bear in mind that I can't love D.
Not when "W" is alive and kicking!!!
I'm just happy that D's happy in HK, and calls me everyday to chat about his shopping experiences.
Life's just too short for thinking.
I want to do more LIVING.