The Shitty Things We Do (Patreon)
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I just... I know that’s part of being human. We’re messy. We hurt people. Sometimes very, very badly. And... hopefully we learn better. I think there’s very few Genuinely Bad People. The rest of us, we THINK we’re in the right when we do the shitty things we do.
The actions I’m most ashamed of, the memories of my past behavior that haunt me in the back of my mind every day; I thought I was right. At the time, I mean. I thought I was the protagonist of the story, navigating the bad guys and bullies of my Hero’s Tale. My extending the benefit of the doubt to others isn’t some superior ability to empathize with and see the good in others. It comes from a selfish place. I’m seeing them the way I hope the people I’ve wronged may see me one day. I'm not hoping they will forgive me, but I am trying to forgive myself.
All this to say... Matt and I finally accepted that a person we’ve had in our life for seven years, who showed us over and over how destructive and inconsiderate and... well, how cruel they can be to others, we’ve finally accepted that’s really who he is. I mean, obviously he is not exclusively those things! He also possesses many other positive qualities that we really enjoyed and admired in him. There’s a reason we maintained a relationship with him for so long, we appreciated his company and insight and creativity. The adventures we had together, the stories we shared, his shy, crooked smile and eyes that softened when he laughed at my jokes.
And I feel... just fuckin’ dumb. I always made excuses for him— well, not EXCUSES, but I invented reasons for his behavior. “He just didn’t know any better, he doesn’t know how to communicate well, he’s reacting from a place of hurt…” I saw a person in immediate pain who I believed would heal in time and grow from his experiences.
But.
Hm.
Last night we finally accepted he fundamentally cannot empathize with others, that he probably is a narcissist.
And I’m just so disappointed. In him. In us.
Like.
I thought he was better than that. I projected him being better onto him.
And really, at my selfish little core, I was projecting that belief onto him because I want to be better than the hurt I’ve caused. So even when I’m being benevolent and empathic to another, it’s still All About Me underneath it all.
Selfish little me.
Anyway.
Matt and I quietly gave up on a seven year long relationship last night. Not even because he’d wronged us, but for how he treats others. Well, we gave up on our projected image of him, I mean. We gave up seeing the version of him we desperately wanted to exist.
Sigh.
What can you do? Just keep living, keep learning, keep trying to do better.