Over the past few days I accumulated some opinions regarding my query in Wednesday’s post, and, not surprisingly, they were quite varied. Some people offered a cautious, “Follow your heart and your gut” response, while others (Charlie) offered the “I think you’re taking an extra helping of crazy pills” response.
In general, though, the replies were not so much about the protocol of who contacts whom, but about examining the reasons for and appropriateness of the contact. There are those who made the argument that, for the good of all parties, some doors are better off closed. No one advocated denying a relationship happened, or not paying due diligence to its memory from time to time, but, as it was put to me by one Julie Grega: “It’s like a book that you read halfway through, and then lose interest in. So you put it on the shelf, and from time to time you think about taking it down and finishing it, but then you remember that the last chapter was really hard to get through, and you’re still not interested, so you just leave it there.”
The flip side to that argument, of course, is that in certain situations, with certain people, you need the closure; you need to finish the book, so to speak, even if you have to slog through it, page by excruciating page, just to prove to yourself that you can do it. So it goes with exes. Sometimes you have to reach out to them just to prove you can, because, in acknowledging them, you de-mystify them. Instead of being a concept that you’ve built up or torn down in your mind (depending on the circumstances of the break-up), your ex returns to exactly what he is – a human being with whom you once shared something very intimate and special, but whose life has veered off in a direction different from yours, someone you can acknowledge as a person who exists in your universe, and nothing more.
A couple people raised the question “What’s the point of making contact? What are you looking to get out of it?” A valid question, to be sure, as usually there is some sort of ulterior motive for initiating contact. But, in certain cases, I think making the contact, extending the hand is the point; there’s no expectation of re-establishing a relationship, or even receiving a reply. It’s more of a personal hurdle to cross – to know that you made the effort, to prove to yourself that you could make the effort. To return to the book analogy, you have to finish it for the satisfaction of knowing you could. The book’s not going to give you a standing ovation when you reach the last page, and your ex may never acknowledge your contact, but you know you did it, and came through unscathed, and that is the only payoff you need.
A sort of mantra that has developed in my life and the lives of those around me in the past few days is “You can only do what you can do,” meaning, you can only be responsible for the things in your control; as for things outside your control, there’s not much use in worrying about them, because they’re out of your control. When it comes to exes, you can only do what you can do; how he or she reacts is out of your control. But at the end of the day, there is a certain peace that comes with knowing you’ve done all that you can do.