I am currently going through a maelstrom. My ex is a viable option, as learned in mid-December. Not totally viable, but holy shit, are we still on the same page.
If only she didn't have kids ...
It's fucking hell to be next to the love of your life for two nights and have to leave. She told me she actually couldn't relax with me there, as she expected something to go wrong.
Which is not an expectation one holds when inviting a former partner to your apartment. She knew better.
I'm not going to once again revisit how things went, but they went well.
The problem is now disentanglement. Though I'm not sure I want to. She's absolutely terrible for me, but I can't see being happier with anyone else. Maybe that's bias, but ... she's exactly my brand of crazy while we're not trying to destroy each other.
I did not say this was a healthy relationship. It is not.
This said, I think there's a weird dichotomy in the world of relationships. Sure, something where you're just working together without issue sounds appealing.
But for some people, the fight is the point. And if you're mismatched on this front, problems will ensue.
She told me on the night we met that she'd most likely get bored of me within a week, as she needs a certain level of challenge.
That was 16 years ago.
I also don't care for a compliant bitch, as that's usually my role, so things moved along.
I just don't know what to make of it currently. We met up, we obviously still connect, and yet ... we can't make it work.