This strikes me as a good end of year topic, because I find myself still on this forum a good 7 or 8 months after breaking up with my HPD ex, and do not want to be on here at the end of 2011 too. I really want to put her behind me.
Here's my question: Why do we go on thinking about our HPD exes, for longer than we think about other exes? And why does that thought remain accompanied by heart-ache? How long does it take to get over this?
Don't get me wrong: I know what I feel for her is (thank God) no longer love. The love started ebbing away quite soon after the break-up, thanks in part to the knowledge I gained from this forum. I certainly feel a lot better than I did last summer. When I ran into my HPD ex recently, she was in the middle of re-valuing me, because I had (and have) been so cold to her for so long. She looked great. And yet I had zero desire to get back together with her, zero desire for physical intimacy or even to hold her hand. I have not initiated contact with her since July. So that part is over.
The problem is, I still think about her every day, wonder what she's doing, and every day towards evening it gets me down. Nor am I free from feeling a certain jealousy in regard to the guys she's sleeping with. No jealousy for the "steady" sucker who is in my old role, the poor devil, but for the young craigslisters who are getting what I never got: a night or two of straightforward, honest physicality. For them she's a weekend of fun, a beautiful woman they can remember with self-congratulation, and they get to move on - I envy that. I wish I could have been one of those guys, instead of the guy reliable, middle-aged and financially successful enough to merit the full Trip to Hell treatment.
Today I got a merry Christmas email from her. One and a half lines, all lower case letters, really worse than no email at all. I'm sure she's angry she didn't get a present from me like last year. I wrote back in the same way - but not before first writing a longer email, thinking about every sentence. I deleted it in time. But I've been thinking of this damn email all day.
So why do I still feel this way? What I had with my HPD was a lie from the start. Quite literally: she was posting on craigslist and staying overnight at another guy's house (as I later found out) from our very first whirlwind week. So it wasn't a relationship that went bad, like so many of the relationships I read about here. Incidentally, I envy the non's who at least can look back on some kind of honeymoon type period when the HPD really was focused on them. (If indeed they were; I'm a little skeptical.) Anyway, if what we had was one big lie, nothing really, then why do I continue thinking about her? And it's not just me. I can see others on this forum who are obviously in the same boat.