Just Say No To The ‘Pick Me’ Dance

Ladies and/or gentlemen, should you ever find yourselves as a veritable ‘dump-ee’—suddenly thrown to the curb by an affairing and/or departing ‘dump-er‘—learn by my mistake. Never lower yourself to grovel—not even once! Please, please, PLEASE [!] learn from my idiocy and do not fall into this trap.

In other words, don’t make me have to come to your house and slap the stupid out of you. Honey, I burned through enough stupid for all of us put together.

It still pains me to look back and see how I let the anguish and heartbreak of my husband’s ghosting get the best of me. And, as a result, I acted like a pitiful chump. I was ‘stooopid!’ [said with Boston accent].

I foolishly thought that if I continued showing my unconditional love, then the clouds would part and angels would sing.

Yeah, Well … A Sucker’s Born Every Day

I honestly believed that my demonstration of commitment would miraculously resurrect the good that I was erroneously thought was buried deep within him. You know, like that old story line where good triumphs over evil in the end, or where the lovely couple rides off into the sunset to live happily ever after.

Um excuse me. You do know that I can hear y’all laughing, don’t you?

Aw, go ahead; I don’t mind. It’s okay—laugh as much as you want. Entertainment is a good thing—it releases much needed endorphins. You need to get them wherever you can find them.

As a matter of fact, I too am slapping my knee and guffawing at the hilarity of it all—right along with you.

Oh how silly I was! I hoped against hope that he would see the error of his ways and suddenly snap back to his senses and come back home. That would prove that love conquers all, right?

Nope! Only in silly Hollywood rom-coms.

So, Which Shall It Be? Compazine or Zofran?

My face glows like a beacon at sea whenever I look back on how I did that humiliating ‘pick-me!” dance.

Not only did I dance backward, but I rounded out the tragic comedy by throwing in all those tearful pleadings, blubberings, and my (now-nauseating) confessions of my undying loved for him …

This is something you should NEVER! … EVER! … EVER! do … if you’ve been kicked to the curb! Simply pick your dignity up off the floor, smooth the wrinkles out of your dress, and move on.

Got Your Medicine Ready?

Warning: You may need to place your emesis buckets firmly on your lap, and wrap your arms around them as I continue. I have a feeling that y’all just might need them before this post is over.

Okay. Everybody ready?  … Well, here’s just how stupid I acted out there on the ‘Pick Me!’ dance floor:

  • Like the idiot I was, I assured him that I had faith in him. [Queasy feeling beginning.]
  • Like the idiot I was, I assured him that I believed he was a good person. [Stomach contents churning and rumbling.]
  • Like the idiot I was, I told him that I felt that he’d simply ‘lost his way’. [Forehead breaking out into a cold sweat. Mouth doing that tell-tale/right-before-you-vomit watering thing.]
  • Lastly, like the idiot I was, I told him that he simply must’ve flirted around too long with temptation and in a moment of human weakness, his carnal desires had taken him over. [We have launch. Violent projectile vomiting in process!]
Apology

My sincere apologies to those of you who may have been leaning forward or who happened to be staring a little too closely at your device screens. Don’t worry, it will wash off.

*** You might want to grab some Febreze so as not to be wafting Eau-De-Emesis for the rest of the day. Sorry.

Connecting The Dots That Were Never There

At the end of the day, it comes down to this ladies and gents: People see what they want to see.

My false hopes were partially based on the fact that my husband had been very religious for quite a few years prior to his fall from grace and little ‘indescretion’ … That is, if you define ‘religiousness’ by how many times a person warms the pews at church.

We attended church three times a week [for decades] before all of this happened. But like they say … ‘Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to McDonald makes you a hamburger.’ 

Please know that I’m not throwing stones. This applies to me as well.

Too Many Hits From The Hopium Tank

I was in such denial back then. I hyperventilated every time I got even close to looking at the reality that was staring me in the face.

And the more I hyperventilated, the more snugly I tightened the mask over my nose and mouth. When thoughts of reality tried to take root in my mind (he’s not coming back) the more I inhaled deeper from the Hopium tank I kept beside my bed and guarded with my life. I refused to let anyone rain on my parade.

Faith and hope are two very different things. Thinking I had faith, I stubbornly hoped, against hope, that the love of my life had simply experienced a huge lapse of judgment.

And because I wanted it so very badly, I deluded myself into thinking that what we were going through was nothing more than a trial predestinated before the foundation of the world, sent to test our faith, and meant to build character in both of us.

I know, right? … pitifully grasping at straws.

Not A Laughing Matter

When I poured my heart out to my runaway husband, his response was to laugh right in my face and say:

“Yeah, and you’re stupid too! I am NOT a good person! Someday you’re going to find this out, and when you do—you’ll end up hating me. You’re going to wake up one day and when you do, you’ll see that I am NOT that good person that you want so desperately for me to be.”

Adding A Little Emphasis

To underscore the intensity of what he’d just told me—and to dramatically drive the point home—he then picked up The Bible and a transcribed sermon book. Furrowing his brow, and with a half-way-sad and half-way-angry countenance, he turned them upside down and slammed them very abruptly down on the floor and walked out.

That was the last time I saw him, Valentine’s Day, 2011.

Right On The Money

Well, he was right … I did wake up. I woke up and found out that when you’re always dancing backwards, and the tune never changes, you might want to take a hard look at who you’ve been dancing with.

Take heart though. Sometimes, when you’re stupid like I was, it takes dancing with the Devil for a while to finally wise up.



The Takeaway

The bottom line here is that no how many times your misguided emotions try to influence you to marry someone when you know you shouldn’t, don’t! When things go south, your emotions will then be the first in line to goad you into doing the ‘pick me’ dance. Don’t!

Your heart may be telling you that you do, but your head knows that you don’t want to keep someone who has already made the decision to betray you and walk away. Listen to your head, and take it from someone whose been there—nothing good can come of sacrificing your dignity.

I say let the one(s) doing the departing be the one to keep on dancing. Simply unlock arms and step out of the way. Don’t impede the process of them changing partners.

Recognize that ‘It is what is’.

And if you created the situation by marrying someone over your gut check, accept your consequences.

You have been fired from your position. Learn your lesson. Go placidly among the noise.

Besides, it’s a statistical fact that more often than not, someone who callously abandons a spouse one time, has a high probability of changing partners again in the future.

Hide and watch.