Brian by Starlight

Romantic Relationships

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 — 9:56pm (PDT)

I have not written much about romantic relationships in quite a while. That is probably for the best, but my son's mother just hung up on me after one of her illogical and factually deficient rants, so I'm in a mood. Fuck it.

A year ago, I was in the happiest, healthiest, and otherwise best relationship I have ever had with Blanca, whom I surely would have married if not for the fact that she was still in love with her son's father. She is a wonderful person and she was a more perfect match for me than I knew to be possible. I have nothing bad to say about her. She followed her heart and I wish her all the happiness it can hold.

If my romantic relationships were arranged on some kind of quantitative chart in order from best to worst, my relationship with Blanca would be first, my relationship with Jacqueline would be last, and every other relationship would be between the two, but far, far away from the Jacqueline side of things. If I were to similarly arrange every former romantic interest according to post-relationship courtesy, the most significant change would be that Jacqueline would have to be moved even farther away from everyone else. I think this is very telling.

I never would have gotten back together with Jacqueline if not for the news that we have a child together, but I thought perhaps she had genuinely changed. I thought perhaps she had grown into a better person—a more mature, reasonable person—who would allow us to have a happy relationship and a happy family. Obviously, I was wrong. Our rekindled relationship lasted only a matter of months.

Jacqueline was and is dishonest, rude, and just plain obnoxious. I fear for my son's upbringing with lengthy daily exposure to such a dishonorable and uncivil role model.