Sunday, August 24, 2014

BREAKING UP

On Tuesday August 5th, my best friend of 17 years told me he loved me and wanted to care for me - not just as a friend, but as a boyfriend. I was elated. It didn't occur to me to be cautious, because he knew me completely and I trusted him. It felt so beautiful, as though the sun was shining inside me - a lovely, kind man who knew me intimately, knew all my faults and history, was willing not just to accept me but to love me. I couldn't sleep for the excitement. I would talk to him each evening for three hours, then wake up in the morning to speak to him again before he went to work. It felt as though everything had finally fallen into place, washing away all the years of pain, and I could be truly happy.

The following Monday, August 11th, we agreed to get married, and started planning our wedding and honeymoon. I didn't think it was too soon, because we had known each other for so very long. On Saturday August 16th we went to choose an engagement ring, holding hands and smiling into each other's eyes in the jewellers. I told him I didn't need a diamond, but he bought me one anyway on that tranquil, sunlit day. He took me down to the River Deben in Woodbridge, Suffolk, where tiny fishing boats were sailing on the calm water. He knelt on one knee and said "Ariane Sherine, you've made me the happiest man in the world. Will you marry me?" I said yes immediately.

He asked if we could put it on Facebook and tell the world. I agreed, and posted all about my happiness. He put up a romantic Facebook post too, telling everyone the proposed date and venue of our wedding. Over 550 people 'liked' the posts, and over 150 left a sweet comment congratulating us. Our friends and families were so happy for us. We went to see his mother and she was thrilled. My own mother, not usually an effusive person, waxed lyrical about our romance and said the ring was beautiful.

But the problem with telling the world so quickly and publicly is that, when things go wrong, you have to untell people too. It is humiliating and embarrassing, even though most people are kind. On the scale of world problems, it is insignificant; on the scale of life events, it is huge and painful.

Three days after my fiance proposed, he broke up with me. I am devastated. I still love him and I know he didn't mean to hurt me. He just couldn't deal with the situation. It was too much, too soon. He doesn't want to get back with me, despite my trying to persuade him. He just wants to move on.

To make things worse, we are in a band together and have worked really, really hard on our album since the start of this year, with me living with him every other week. The album is now finished and we're both so proud of it and so thrilled by how it sounds. But we can't tour together as planned, as it hurts too much for me to be with him, so we have had to cancel our tour dates. I was going to write pieces to promote it, but all the pieces involve him and are too bittersweet. However, it is still painful as we now have to film a video together, build a website, send out press releases, etc, so we have to be in touch with each other. The emails are formal and brief with no kisses, and it hurts every time I receive one and every time I send one. I never thought our 17-year friendship would come to this. We both love the Pet Shop Boys, and a line from one of their songs keeps running through my head: "I wish I'd never met you, then I wouldn't have to let you go."

I have been trying not to cry in front of Lily. She throws her little arms around me and says "Don't worry Mummy, I'll kiss you better" and that just makes me cry harder. Little things have been difficult, like the internet throwing up adverts for wedding venues and wedding rings; having to cancel the venue and the ceremony just days after booking them; having to tell all my friends and family that we aren't getting married after all, that he doesn't love me, that the happiness I thought was real was an illusion. Having to tear up the congratulations cards from my mother and his mother, the former saying in sparkly writing "Soulmates: Today, Tomorrow, Always".

I was only 16 when I first met my best friend, and was full of dreams and idealism. I never thought that, aged 34, I would feel this empty and numb inside. I will get through this though, as I have got through everything else. Please don't worry about me. I would never do anything stupid. As much as anything, I have my daughter to think of. She is beautiful, and I am lucky. So I am still forcing myself to joke about on Twitter and Facebook, to post funny things, to be myself when it all seems to have fallen apart, in the hope that I can put things back together as quickly as possible.

Thank you for reading this, and for being my friend.


11 comments:

  1. This is indeed sad news. For what it's worth, I am sorry.

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  2. My heart just genuinely ached for you. I am so sorry; you deserve so much more than that. X

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  3. I posted it on FBm thought I would post it here again:

    I don't know what to say without sounding empty or stupid or full of clichés. When you got engaged, I thought telling you to be cautious as it all seemed so sudden, but try telling that to a woman (or a man) in love.All I can say is that you both did what you thought was right with what you were feeling. And unfortunately sometimes happiness and drunkenness are very much alike.

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  4. A loving relationship built over 17 years is not over. He's probably very much in love with you but may be feeling lost. With tiime.. vivre heureux, vivre caché.

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  5. You never know what's around the next corner on this roller coaster of life. Just know that you are loved by many, close and far.

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  6. I am short of words to console you. I hope you find strength to damn Graham and move on with your life

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  7. I find it so difficult to understand the things ppl do sometimes. Peace and love from a stranger on the other side of the planet.

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  8. Thank you all so very much with all my heart for your kind comments. They mean so much to me. I am grateful for each and every one.

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  9. I hope you find someone in the future who is genuinely committed to you, as a husband and as a friend. In my experience, the most hurtful people are those who didn't intend to hurt you.

    From someone who has several mutual friends with you.

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  10. Thank you. That's very kind. I really hope so too.

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