Barrie 2.0

You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

This is something with which I need to come to terms. I can’t stick around and watch someone’s life unravel.  I can’t watch them self-destruct yet still somehow keep myself intact.  I have to learn that sometimes love is not enough.

Whoa, did I just use the “l” word?

Yeah. I did.  I can’t help it.  I am in love with him.  I am.  I wish I wasn’t.  I’ve tried to stop.  But the second he gets in my car and his scent hits my nostrils…love.

We started talking again in November and the second I saw his name pop up on my phone I couldn’t contain myself. I know he hurt me before but still…he’s Barrie.

He is a wonderful human. When we’re together it just feels right.  We fit so well.  His arms feel like they were made to be around me.  He makes me laugh and he’s smart and he is such a nice person.  He is someone I could see myself marrying and having another child with – and that is a big deal.  He is interested in my life and my experiences…every single time I tell him.

Because, yeah. We repeat conversations a lot.  Because he is always drunk.

I love being around him but it always ends with this sinking feeling in my stomach. Lately that sinking feeling is there the entire time we are together.  I did voice my concerns about his drinking.  I told him that I wanted to be with him but I didn’t think I could accept it into my life.  It’s not just me: I have two daughters to take into consideration.

His response when I told him this? I can change. The next time we were together he had five drinks.  Wow, so much change happening there.

I don’t want to get too detailed because if he does read this, he absolutely knows who he is. I am not shy about the subjects of these blogs stumbling across them; this guy knows about this blog because I sent it to him the first time I wrote about him.  But details don’t need to be shared here – they are irrelevant.  All that matters is that I love him and I can’t watch him do this to himself.  I can’t bring this into my girls’ lives.

He doesn’t want to be saved. I can’t save him.  I need to walk away.

So this is me…walking away…it fucking sucks.

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