Good news is, the police dept offered me the job. Sad news is, I had to decline. Four months of waiting while they invested time and money to vet me, I had convinced myself that I would accept the offer, if they made an offer, no matter what that offer was. But that was before I saw how bad the offer was. When it arrived, I doubled back over the email looking for active links or attachments, thinking they had simply forgotten to include them. So I asked. No medical? No life insurance? And a salary so low, I can’t afford it out of pocket. An inflexible leave policy and a convoluted promotion scheme. I did expect a low salary but not AS low as what they offered…which was also not negotiable. Was this why they refused to have the conversation about what was even on the table before an offer was made? I could have saved them time and money (which obviously, they don’t have) by admitting months ago that the terms were not acceptable. The more questions I asked, that “No” cake baked up higher and higher and frosted itself.
I asked G-d for guidance and he answered with the voices of my friends and family: Stay where you are. You like the job. Benefits and pay are generous. It’s a good company. Take the financial breathing room and something else will come along over the next few years. Then when my mother didnt have enough money to buy her medicine this month, that gave me the final answer. I would not be in a position to help my family financially if I accepted that job. And my mother isnt getting healthier/younger.
It was still a hard email to send. The “thank you, but no thank you”.
CK has finally accepted my resignation notice on our relationship as well. THat step back that I took before the holiday which didnt result in any change to status quo…now we arent even speaking. He’s hurt. Angry. Some of what he says is true like I probably didnt try “hard enough”. But other accusations like I took advantage of him nearly caused me to snap because I was careful NOT to ever take advantage of him. Fact: What I sacrificed for him was not good enough. He needed more time and attention and there just werent enough hours in the day to make him feel loved. Yes, the attempts at sex were for me, always disatisfying and often disastrous. In the end, I realized how bitter he was. He raged like a martyr (I know a little something about that) and finally I told him “I think you don’t love me as much as you love feeling self-righteous. The neglected, lonely, victim”. The tragic poetry of it. He did his best writing while “suffering” under me.
That part makes me angry. Like I spent 15 months with him for nothing. Yesterday was the first full 24 hours we’ve gone without speaking. When you talk to someone (even if you only see them on weekends) every day for that long, the silence is a little unsettling. Of course I miss him. He was my best friend. I wish I could chat with him like “normal” but that would be misleading. He said I never loved him and THAT bothers me but I can’t, right now, try to convince him otherwise without falling back into the rut we were in. He’d rather be miserable with me than happy with anyone else. That’s horrifying to me. Here, let me do YOU a favor and clip that cord once and for all>
lAST weekend, I went to an annual swing dance event out of town (that’s what started his passive aggressive snide comments that led to me saying “Enough. I really don’t want to do this anymore.”) I was trying not to let the fight ruin my mood but I must have been scowling as I stood there stewing angrily over his words, over how I didnt like the band, and how I didnt like the crowd…then a man proposed to his girlfriend on the dancefloor and the band started playing “Come on, get happy”. I put my street shoes back on and left, dry-eyed and suddenly tired.
I am sad. I loved him more than I loved anyone else. But maybe it wasnt enough. And it certainly wasnt a good sexual fit. But I appreciated feeling like, even if it was lip service, I wasn’t alone or lonely for more than a year. But he was lonely, he told me. So I ended it as much for him as for myself.