I Never Liked Country

The one that got away. Do we all experience it? That one ex that you didn’t know completed you until you left?

The longest relationship I have ever had took years to build and only two to demolish. All of the memories, the places, and the laughs. Our relationship was fickle and tumultuous, but extremely passionate.  We would bitch endlessly over the thermostat one minute and then bask in the balmy humidity the next. We loved to savor our food together and never shamed each other for drinking a little too much.  Occasionally, I would grow tired of lazy ways and become jealous of friends that were driven away, but then the radio would come on. Everything was butter. I never liked Country. The songs never sounded good with anyone else.

You see he wasn’t like anyone. He was one of a kind. And not in the cliché kind of way that people might describe a cheap pendant on QVC. He owned the phrase one of a kind, and he knew it despite the fact that I sometimes didn’t.

He loved the water, and even looked great covered in moss. When I was in his presence I felt I belonged to something special. We were our own little secret club. It’s weird though, because we never really had a honeymoon phase. As long as I could remember we had always just been together. There was no one before him.

Regardless, I knew ultimately something would happen to our smooth cruising. We eventually began to take each other for granted. This would be the beginning of the end. The more possessive and predictable he became, the more indifferent and unimpressed I was. I convinced myself that his simple ways were holding me back.

Eventually, I started refusing to go out on the water. The special meals we cooked tasted bland, as if my taste buds had become tired of the repetition. We didn’t drink together anymore, but I drank alone. I had built up so much resentment, though he really hadn’t done anything wrong. Then my eyes began to wander. I would leave town for weeks and see other people. I didn’t even try to hide it. Funny thing is, he must have known but didn’t seem to care. Maybe he secretly knew I was too far gone. He was intuitive like that. And one day, sure enough, I was gone. For good.

Read Part II Here

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About becca3416

Becca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.

Posted on October 14, 2013, in Humor, Travel and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.

  1. This is beautifully written, Becca. I’m off to read part 2, now.

  2. Taking each other for granted is all to easy in this disposable society; we’re conditioned to it. Recognizing that now is the best way not to make the same mistake later. I met the true love of my life after my first marriage. It wasn’t until then that I understood the feeling of never wanting her to feel taken for granted. I show her every day in small ways, and as often as possible in big ways, what she means to me. I plan to be opening doors for her for the rest of my life, even if I have to jam my walker into it to keep it open.

  3. suspense. dun dun dunnnnnnn.

  4. “He loved the water, and even looked great covered in moss.”
    Who was this guy that he spent time covered in greenery, a Duck Dynasty clan member?

    But seriously, Becca, this was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, the most personal, heartfelt, well-written post to ever spring forth from your wonderfully twisted brain-box. Thank you for this. I can’t wait to see how the whole heart-wrenching drama plays out.

  5. Really great writing! Loved this.

    I’m totally different. Once I give up an ex my internal love switch turns off permanently. I never understood how I could be so into someone one day, and then be completely indifferent to their existence several months later.

    You must be less of a bitch than I am.

    • Thanks Jen. I enjoyed the free writing. You will be surprised, I hope, at the ending. Honestly, I AM like that. When I am done, I am done. This is slightly different though. Stay tuned!

      If you are a bitch, then I like bitches and I want to be one.

  6. This was a great post for me to jump back in on!!

    Also, I’m so sad I’m missing next weekend 😦 Couldn’t get the time off!! (Still in the probation period :/) HAVE FUN FOR MEEEE!!! =D

  7. Ah, you left us hanging, Becca. I hope it has a happy ending! Please tell me it does. I think sometimes, things just run their course.

  8. Wow! That’s quite a story. Of course, the ones about the ones that got away usually are.
    Is this true or fiction?

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