It was about 12 years ago, at a ski resort in South Lake Tahoe.
It was Thanksgiving, and my best friend and I had decided to take advantage of the long weekend and get out of Los Angeles to spend the holiday with her family in their vacation cabin.
So there we were, two single girls in our late twenties headed off for a fun filled weekend at the slopes.
Skiing? Oh no. There was none of that involved.
We were there for a much higher purpose – to meet MEN!
So we spent the weekend doing what we did best – we shopped during the day, and went out on the town at night.
It all started off innocently enough.
Early that Saturday night, while we were walking down the main strip of town, my friend ran into one of her good friends from high school. She was now happily married and had a little boy.
We all chatted, and she invited us over to her house the next afternoon.
Why not? We were heading home anyway, so we could stop on the way to catch a quick glimpse of what this mythical “happily married loving relationship” thing that we had heard about but never actually experienced ourselves looked like.
As soon as we walked in the door that next day, I knew that fate was smiling on me.
There he was – my tall, dark and handsome (not to mention well built) prince charming. When we ran into her the night before, she somehow forgot to mention that her good-looking brother-in-law was staying with them for the holiday.
He was playing peek-a-boo with her son, just like a big kid.
It was destiny! It had to be – this was just the way I always pictured it: a random meeting, just when it was totally unexpected; no set up, no clubs, no beforehand planned strategies for where we were likely to find the most men, just a chance meeting.
He looked up at me, smiled and said hello, then went right back to playing with his nephew. It melted my heart. Instantly I thought – wow, what a great Dad he’ll make (in hindsight, I’m sure he realized the image he was projecting as well, but we won’t be too skeptical at this point).
After he finished with his pint-sized playmate, we started chatting.
We talked the afternoon away, and into the evening. He was a big hockey fan, and I, being from Canada, was (by default) a hockey fan as well. We really hit it off, it was a magical day. But one glitch - he lived in the San Francisco area, me in LA.
No problem!
I was sure that true love knew no bounds; that a long distance relationship couldn’t deter fate. This was my guy, who was surely going to be the future father of my as-of-yet un-conceived children!
He was heading home that night as well, so we reluctantly said our goodbyes, exchanged email addresses, and headed back to our respective cities. The entire drive home I was secretly envisioning my future trips to the Bay area.
When I got to work the next day, there was an email from him - and not just a short one. It was a two pager.
All about the great time he had talking with me, how much we had in common, how amazing that we had met like that. I mean, he likes hockey, I like hockey, he loves golf, I love golf (I neglected to mention they were things I loved because they involved meeting men and not so much because I loved the sport itself – oh, the things we do for love).
I was smitten.
He invited me up to see the Canucks play the San Jose Sharks – he had season tickets. I was in! It was so exciting.
We had the most wonderful, romantic weekend in the City by the Bay. I didn’t want to leave, didn’t want it to end. I left him with a photo to remember me by (the one of me wearing my favorite blue cashmere sweater that set my eyes off just right – I wanted him to remember me at my best).
Many emails and long phone conversations later, I was flying back up there for his big company Christmas party.
In his apartment I noticed right away that he had my photo in a frame on the mantle. That was it! This was getting serious. Then back again for New Year’s Eve at his country club.
Then came the big Bay Area golf tournament – I can’t remember now exactly what tournament it was, but it was big. Every golf fan in California knew about this one, so of course I pretended to know all about it too (I quickly read up on it on the internet so I would know my stuff).
He was able to get tickets, and he invited me along. I spent nearly $500 at the best golf shop in LA getting just the right outfit to wear to a golf tournament, including cute little shoes that went with the outfit perfectly (oh I loved those shoes!).
I must have looked like Golf Barbie.
Just before I left to head up there, he told me he had a surprise for me – tickets to the Billy Joel concert, right up front. I was ecstatic!
I couldn’t believe how well this was going, how fate had been so kind. That is, right up until I walked through the door of his apartment.
I noticed it immediately; it felt like I’d just been hit by a bus. My picture was no longer on the mantle.
I felt immediately sick to my stomach. I knew this could mean many things, and I couldn’t think of any that were good, or even neutral for that matter.
Right away my brain was trying to justify it – he must have moved it to a better location. I casually glanced around his apartment, hoping beyond all hope that I would spot it on an end table, or on a shelf in the entertainment center.
It was nowhere to be found.
My brain kept trying – he must be having it cleaned. I mean people do that, right? It must be at the frame cleaners. Unfortunately, while you can lie to others (which I certainly don’t recommend), you just can’t lie to yourself.
I suddenly couldn’t speak, and I’m sure I looked pale.
He asked me if I was OK. I murmured something about not feeling well, and quickly bee-lined it to the bathroom.
I locked the door behind me and sat there for a while, doubled over, trying to think of how I could handle this. Should I say something? I couldn’t bring myself to. I was not the confrontation type (this was the old me).
I came up with a plan (albeit a very weak one) – I’ll just go along with the weekend, and I’m sure it will sort itself out. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason my photo’s gone, and that reason will reveal itself soon, and I’ll laugh to myself at how silly I’d been to be worried about it.
Unfortunately, while my conscious brain was telling me to lighten up, my unconscious brain seemed to know better.
I spent the rest of the weekend in a dismal haze of anxiety laden sickness. Through the golf tournament, the concert – the whole thing. Teetering on the brink of nausea the whole time, eventually actually throwing up, my conscious brain still telling me it must have been something I ate – just a case of food poisoning, that’s all.
As it turns out, my plan did in fact work, and it did sort itself out.
A well timed phone call while he was out running an errand put all of my questions to rest. The call went to the answering machine (back then people still had land lines with answering machines hooked up), and I could hear the message his ex-girlfriend left for him – thanking him for the wonderful, romantic night they just spent together, and saying she couldn’t wait to see him again and how happy she was that they were back together.
When he got back, I still didn’t say anything. I just said since I wasn’t feeling well, that I wanted to get to the airport a bit early. He dropped me off, and that was the last I saw of him.
Why didn’t I come right out and ask him what had happened to the picture when I noticed it was missing?
Because I was afraid of what I knew the answer would be.
I panicked. I saw that I was on the way out.
I felt that something had gone horribly wrong somehow. Again.
That rejected stamp coming out – again. This relationship that I thought was showing so much promise was dissolving rapidly before my eyes, and I couldn’t bear for it to end.
I felt that if I just didn’t believe it, it wouldn’t end. And I knew that if I confronted him about it, it would end. If I could just stay in a state of denial, it might not. The problem with this type of behavior is that it’s literally toxic, and in this case it made me physically sick.
It also made me realize that I had been going against my true nature for the entire relationship.
I had my blinders on, while I was trying on golf outfits and scouring the internet so I could learn the right golf terminology – as if I was cramming for a final exam. This is not the stuff of a real relationship.
This is the stuff of “I want it to be a relationship, so I’ll make it into a relationship in my mind”.
Unfortunately, doing this makes us miss many of the signs that seem obvious when we look back on it with clear eyes and a clear mind.
The truth was we just weren’t right for each other.
He was still interested in his ex girlfriend and it had nothing to do with me. And nothing I said, did, or didn’t do could have made that different.
That’s the part I didn’t get.
I thought if I could just show him how I was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, it would work. If I could just be what I thought he wanted me to be. Unfortunately that meant being everything except my true self.
It’s about confidence.
Confidence in yourself to know that when things aren’t quite right, it’s not something that you did wrong, or something that you didn’t do that you should have done. Instead, have the confidence to know that if you’re being your true self, it’s impossible to do anything wrong.
If you’re being your true self, and things don’t work out, it’s because he’s not the right one for you.
Please save yourself from going through this kind of stuff. It’s no way to live.
This kind of stuff isn’t about real, true love. It’s about our anxieties, our old patterns, our old unhealthy ways of viewing relationships as a place where we need to convince someone of our worth, of why they should want to be with us.
That we need to change to be what they want.
But in a real healthy relationship, there’s no need to do any convincing or changing. No need to show someone all that you are and all that you can be. You just are. You just live your own life. And let your true self shine through.
It’s not a contest; not a game where anyone needs to prove anything.
Because when you see that, when you truly know that, you won’t attract the guys who aren’t the right guys for you. You’ll recognize early on that he’s not right for you, however handsome and charming he may be, and you’ll choose to avoid going down a path like this in the first place.
It’s about getting clear on who you really are, what you’re looking for and living a true authentic life that’s about you, and not about changing yourself to be what you think the guy wants.
It goes back to the basics of getting to know yourself well enough in the first place so that you know what to look for in a guy from the outset, what will allow you to be happy in the relationship.
And if you’re getting mixed signals from a guy and you don’t know what’s going on, it’s about speaking up and being direct about what you want in a relationship instead of waiting it out, thinking it will work out on its own.
Finally, it’s about knowing when to cut your losses and walk away when the writing is clearly on the wall – clear in the things that he says, and does. Even when it hurts. Especially when you’re starting to second-guess yourself and wonder what’s wrong with you.
I understand all too well that it’s never easy to walk away from your dream relationship.
But many times, that’s all it is – a dream. Something we’ve made in our minds into a relationship because we so want it to be.
Once we realize that’s all it is, a dream, walking away gracefully is not that difficult. More importantly, it’s the only real choice we have.
For ourselves.
To get to the relationship that we really want, that we truly deserve, that we will find when we finally let go of the current one that isn’t working.
That’s the only way to get to the real thing.
Danielle Juliet says
Wow! I loved your (real life) story - it is so relatable. Oh how we chase the dream, the fairytale, the culturally-conceived love story. Thank you for sharing!
Jane says
Oh how we do, Danielle! Thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed this.
Laura says
dear Jane, thank you for sharing this story. What is so frightening is that it can happen to anyone so easily..! It's so true that we have to remain sincere to ourselves and not do things we wouldnt normally do. But this is one ofthe stories which really makes me think that men can be so evil. If he knew that he was still interested or in love with his ex-girlfriend, then why did he write you such a long email and invited you to concerts and events etc? Why didn't he just tell you what had happened? that makes him such a liar and it is not fair to you. And that makes me feel so uncertain of every man's intention when I am asked on dates. Am I a rebound? Is he just using me while his other relationship is temporarily broken?... it makes trusting men much more difficult and I cannot help but think the worse of them regardless of how "nice" they are to me... I would never do that to a guy, if I know I am in love with someone else, I don't just start a relationship with another man knowing that I don't feel something real for him. I know there are good guys out there, but this common behavior of theirs really doesn't help at all..!!
Angel says
There's no right or wrong. There's only right for you.
Men are not evil. Some people just have different values and think differently. That doesn't make them evil. Most people just do what they want, what they're comfortable with without too much regard towards what others do and think or say.
As a girl who's been in many places mentally and emotionally, I would like to invite you to reflect on something: we are responsible for our experiences. There are many things we can't control, but we can control our actions and decisions. People don't do anything to you. They just do things. You choose what to do with them.
We don't need to trust the world. We need to trust ourselves ; trust that we'll know how to handle anything that comes our way because we are that strong and smart. We learn from our experiences provided we look at our role in them regardless of what others did.
Remember that we can choose effective mindsets that can benefit us. Making men evil will never be effective to get you to find a fulfilling relationship with one. Making others the bad guys won't allow you to see and use your own personal power.
Our mind and what we focus on creates what we see.
Big hug. Be you, live your life and do right by you.
Jane says
Thank you, Angel. When we're ready - and only then - do we see things so much more clearly than we used to.
Jane says
It's so interesting, Laura, how now I see what happened so differently. But I couldn't - and didn't see any of this at the time. From our own belief systems and programming that neither of us were aware of, we both contributed to a dynamic that caused the relationship to go the way that it did. I could go on and on about all the things I see now, and all the ways I would have done things differently from the very beginning. And yet, I want you to know I also completely understand what you're saying here, because it's what I used to think, too. How could he do this to me? He had no right not to be honest with me in the first place! These were the same words I said, no, I yelled and screamed to anyone who would listen, when all I felt was the pain of the heartbreak.
You change this by getting to the heart of you. By finding out what you really belief, what assumptions you make without even realizing it, and by learning your triggers, your blocks, and most of all, your story. I've come a long way since I was in this relationship, but I'll always remember what it feels like to live with such limiting beliefs and programming that tells you such a different story than the one that's true for each of us. Stay with what you don't understand, keep asking the questions - mostly of yourself. And one small step at a time, you'll see it, too. Thank you, Laura.
Stacey says
I've been guilty of doing the same thing many times. I'd meet someone & immediately start projecting a future with them in my head.
I had a boyfriend in college who had my picture on his mantle also. He had a table off to the side where he kept pics of some of his exes & family members. I had gotten sick & had to leave school for about 2 weeks to recuperate at home. When I got back, I went to see him and noticed that my picture on the mantle had been replaced with that of another girl(turns out she was only in high-school) and my pic was moved to the table with the exes. I got the message loud and clear!
Jane says
Oh Stacey, I'm so sorry to hear that you had one of the mantle picture experiences also. At least we can both take solace in knowing that we avoided a guy who was sure to bring us only more heartbreak down the road! 🙂
stacey says
I forgot to mention the worst part of my mantle experience. After we had spent several hours having the painful breakup conversation(at least it was painful to me), he took new girls picture off mantle and said "Don't you think she's cute?" Then he got mad at me for bawling after he asked me that and said I was being a bad sport because I didn't immediately reply along the lines of something like "Oh George, she's such a doll!!!" I laugh about it now & realize the good Lord was sparing me a life of misery with this narcissist.
Jane says
It's really true and I'm glad you can now laugh about it, although I've been there and I know that at the time it's so painful. But the truth is that the short-lived pain you experienced really did spare you from a possible lifetime of worse pain. I wrote a post about this a while back called The Gift of a Broken Heart, and that's what this situation was for you - a true gift!
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
tara says
truer words have never been spoken. how many times have we studied up on a sport or interest to win the man of our dreams over? i mean it's okay to take an interest in their hobbies, but you shouldn't have to sacrifice yourself in the process.
i was just watching the season premiere of the bachelor and it was sort of heartbreaking... all these intelligent beautiful girls fighting over the love of one man. they've already decided to be in love with the guy before they ever actually "know" him. how can you possibly love a guy if you barely know him??? ( ummm jake gyllenhaal excluded of course!)
i would love to hear the story about how you met your husband jane! 😉 tara