The MVD Story

"IT" has impacted my life so much I figure I might as well tell the story. Maybe then some of the other shit will make sense to you. It mostly makes sense to me due to my 2 years of therapy. Let me preface by saying that.

Rewind 2 years, almost to the day. I have been single for awhile and I was actual getting accustomed to it. I was working out, lost some weight and all of that and I had signed up for online dating, but I really wasn't into it.

And then I got a message from Him.  I liked the profile and the fact that he was very well spoken, etc. Not to mention from Boston, and his job, oy.

We met, in the middle of a hurricane warning. Truly. The hurricane didn't hit, at least not that night. We went out the next night and he invited me to go to Martha's Vineyard to visit the family compound.  It was  literally love at first site. For him, he said.  And honestly for me too.

He was Josh to my Donna. A West Wing reference.

Anyways, it was an amazing weekend, which included flying to Boston to meet his sister and her family.  He even took me to several jewelry stores, had my finger measured and took notes of what kinds of jewelry I liked.   I came home, had a harrowing plane ride home (that's another post all together) and talked several times while he was gone.  He came back and we continued seeing each other, plays etc. One conversation goes like this, "so, I am thinking of going back to school to eventually to go law school.

Him: "well, that's great, but you should wait until next year, because you will have your hands full this upcoming year, we need to find a house for us, and we need to plan the wedding."

We even looked at wedding locations.

Fast forward a few weeks, he gets a cold but arranges to come over in the morning to take my car to get tires. Oh, yea, did I mention that he is ridiculously wealthy. yea, that too.

We go our merry ways to work, and he calls me later on that night that he went to the Dr. and was staying with a friend up in WPB.. ok. Call me later.  

The next day: I don't hear from him. I figure, he has the flu, he is resting, etc. I call him, no answer, I leave a voice mail. About 15  min later I get a text message that reads:

I am so sorry, but I can't do this. You demand too much and I cannot date you anymore. I am on a plane out of town. I am sorry.

What?? Really?? 

So I call.  and I call. and no answer.  And no answer. This is Thursday night.

Friday, I call and make an appointment with a therapist.  I get an email from him, basically saying that I demand too much, and I need therapy.  He loves me but can't be with someone like me.

That's the MVD story.  

Yes, it was hard. But I am over it.