Real Life

Good Morning Folks. One of the unwritten promises of this blog is that I will be open with you all about my life and what is going on in it. I might not give you the totality of a story, with all of the names, dates, and places… but you can be sure that I will give you the general flow of the tale and all of the important bits of information. On the 4th I wrote a post called I Resolve to Live, and the crux of that is reaching some decisions about my life as I rebuild it after the death of my spouse. Most of it is making some decisions about who I am going to be going forward, but there was a small bit of it… where I admitted to you all that I had been in a fledgling chat-based relationship for a few weeks at that point, and things were starting to get a bit more serious.

im sorry i’m doing this early, i don’t think i can do this right now, it just feels a lot i’m sorry id love to stay friends bc we still know so so so much for each other i’m just so overwhelmed

Monday morning around 3 am I woke up as often happens because my bladder forced me to. As I was rolling over to go back to sleep… I had the misfortune of checking my phone and seeing the above message. Suffice to say I did not in fact go back to sleep as planned. In fact I was pretty much up from that moment on, and struggled through all of Monday in a sleep deprived and quite emotional stupor. I both apologize and praise everyone that talked to me on Mastodon and Bluesky that day, because I was certainly in my feels about what was happening. I’ve talked with “Ren” a few times after that statement and I think we maybe just got caught up in the whirlwind that a chat-based relationship can be.

So it is important to know that this is not new ground for me. I was a certified IRC Junkie during the mid 90s and that is ultimately how I met my first wife because we both were. Chat-based relationships can be so fast, because you end up furiously talking for as many moments as you can squeeze out of the day… staying up way too late just to see one more message from this other person. We used to say that a day on chat felt like a month in real-time anywhere else, and that is true… but it is a false sense of intimacy. You don’t really know that other person until you start trying to put motions in order to maybe begin to take it into the real world. As a result… chat-based relationships often implode like this at a moments notice and without much good reason. At least on some level… so much of it was intoxicating for me personally because it was caught up in the nostalgia of days gone by and a different version of myself.

Sometimes it is really important to have someone in your life that knows you from before the person you are now. “The Librarian” is that for me. We went to High School together, managed to somehow stay in contact throughout the years, and represents one of the few “men” in my life that I have ever been able to achieve a deep meaningful emotional bond with. They reminded me at length of all of the horrible and tragic relationships that I had prior to finding my spouse, and that it was a fools errand to even begin to contemplate that this first attempt out the gate was ever going to succeed. I also unburdened my soul with all of the specific details of this one in particular and they wanted to whack me upside the head. Taking all of the data into account… it was never going to work, not even close to ever working.

i’m sorry i just can’t handle it all at once and so much happened at once, and like i said i am uncomfortable with things that are good for me and you are

i just need a small break away honestly.. figure out exactly where i am and what i’m doing.. i can’t lie, a lot happened last night that made me really think about how i’m just not really ready for something long term right now.. and i know you’re wanting that eventually

So at the end of the day, I think I was just in a different place than she was. We’ve talked a few times off and on and I am genuine about attempting to be friend at some point in the future. It’s likely best that we do not talk for awhile, given the rapid growth and rapid disassembly of all of this. At first I got a version of “It’s Not You, It’s Me” that was thoroughly dissatisfying as that always ever is, but later I got the above more nuanced take. They know that at some point I want someone in my life that is going to be there for me, for the long haul, and they are not really sure they do. We had two different starting points, and two different endpoints… and since I was starting to develop feelings, I am not sure I could handle things moving forward on a purely casual basis. Like I said the other day, the fact that I felt anything is more of a gift than “Ren” will ever known, because I legitimately thought my heart was dead. I had not felt anything but pain in over six months. The fact that I realize I am capable of any sort of feeling is practically a miracle and going to be the thing that I really take away from this. The circumstances were wrong, and the person was wrong… but the plumbing and mechanical aptitude for feeling still exists.

So in all of the flailing around I did on social media… I made a move that is quite possibly the most egotistical thing that I have ever done. I posted the above message on both Bsky and Mastodon, because I have no clue who is into me… and this is a recurring theme in my life. As “The Librarian” reminded me… I spent plenty of time chasing folks who were of zero good for me… while ignoring people who genuinely cared for me. So with this hamfisted effort, I was just throwing it out there that if someone has secretly had designs on me for years… but never moved on it because of my marriage, that maybe right now was the time to tell me about it. I had all sorts of people boosting this… which is wild to me, but thank you very much for supporting my nonsense.

this could only happen to you

The above quote is verbatim from my sibling Ace when I told them that a Soft Kinky Nerd Girl did in fact come out of the woodwork. I was talking with a friend of mine yesterday and in the middle of a bunch of awkward discussion about the things I had been going through… she threw out that she almost responded to the message on Bsky that I posted on Monday, but didn’t have the bravery to do so. That she had a massive crush on me at various points through our chat history, but never moved on it because I was taken. We’ve been friends for around twenty years at this point, and talked off and on the entire time with various degrees of frequency. I know some of her past, she knows some of mine, because we were close enough friends to be open and honest with each other about the things that we were going through in our life. Like I have said before, I have very rarely bonded with men, but I often bond pretty strongly with the women friends in my life.

From this point forward I am going to use the code word “Erasure” for her, because I don’t want the added pressure of having prying eyes on our actions. This is someone that I interact with publicly from time to time and I want to do whatever I can to keep the pressure off us. She offhandedly said how much she liked the band Erasure, and normally I would use a profession based moniker… but she refers to herself as a “Babysitter” and that gives the wrong impression. We talked for a bit last night and it was shockingly comfortable, even though I was asking some awkward questions. Mostly I wanted to hear in her voice that the feelings she professed were genuine, or at least once were in this case. She lives a state away from me, within reasonable but not convenient driving distance. So at some point I am sure we will meet up and try and figure out if we feel anything for each other in person.

In the meantime I am going to be moving very slowly at getting to know her better. We’ve always been the sort of people that would talk very regularly for a few months, then life would get in the way and we would fade apart… and then one of us would get the nerve to ping the other and apologize for not talking more… and we would be back to normal like no time had ever passed. There is a very easy back and forth between our conversations, and I have always appreciated it. I know some of the struggles that she has gone through in the past, and I had a much easier lot in life. However we are both stable and functional adults, and neither of us needs saving. Things could start in a far worse place than having someone you already trust a heck of a lot, and have shared countless details of your life with over the years. My wife was someone that I knew for about a year before we got together, and I think it is probably more important that someone is my friend than any other trait when it comes to a long term relationship.

I know I am still really broken, and in truth…. in many ways they are too about various things. This is going to be a slow climb that we take together, and the most important thing to me is that we remain friends no matter what happens here. That is always the scary thing of taking something like this to the next level… is that you don’t want to damage this comfortable stable foundation that you have built up. The thing with “Ren” was that it was so new and fleeting, that I felt like I had to hold onto it with both hands for fear the wind would blow it away. “Erasure” is stable, and someone who has been a constant in my life for literal decades… I can walk away and take time for myself and know that she is not going anywhere. We’ve survived countless gaps in our communication just fine, and always… came back and started talking like zero time had passed. I don’t need to mind the ship to keep it from steering off into oblivion because the course is pretty straight and stable… we just have to decide if we really want to go down it.

No drastic changes… no fast movements. I just felt like I owed it to my readers who are not avid followers of social media to catch you up on what had transpired. The whole “one soft kinky nerd girl found” portion will be news to the social media folks as well. Ace curses me for once again “Bel Luck” playing a role here, because my dumb ass plea into the void should not have worked, but it seemingly did. We will see where things go from here with “Erasure” but I have always liked that band as well… so it might just work. I stole the title of the post from The Hearts Filthy Lesson by David Bowie, which comes off the concept album Outside… which I think I might be one of the only fans of. It just seemed fitting.

Good Morning Folks. I don’t normally write to you fine folks on a Sunday, other than to syndicate the weekly AggroChat Podcast. We did not record one of those for various holiday related reasons, and in truth the next big show we have… requires all seven of us. In theory we should return next week with our big two-parter Games of the Year show. This morning instead I am going to write a fairly personal an introspective post, the sort that I don’t normally syndicate widely and are just for the “real ones” who check my blog regardless of what fancy pictures might get posted on social media. So sit back and let me tell you a story.

Yesterday one of my friends asked me a very simple question, and I gave them quite possibly the heaviest answer that I have ever given to something so simple. Normally you say things like that you would like to lose some weight or exercise more, and both of those things are true… but I have a much more simple goal this year. Essentially it is my goal to start living life again. Since then death of my spouse I have been in a bit of a holding pattern, not entirely certain what to do with my life. Sure I went through the anguish and heartbreak… and still do from time to time, but replaced it more than anything was a growing sense of numbness. I have felt like I have been effectively sitting here waiting to die. Sure I did a few things to make that wait more comfortable… bought a new TV, organized the garage and set up a 3d printer out there, and even upgraded my gaming desktop. However in all cases they were more things to pass the time until I died myself, than anything resembling trying to do something specific with my life.

There is a kind of pain that no one will ever fully understand unless they have lost a spouse. You build this life with a person, and then they are suddenly gone… and it feels like most of you went along with them. I’ve told people that I died on July 2nd, 2025 and that is not necessarily hyperbole. The me that I was at that moment in time… did in fact die when my spouse passed away. I had a good life, and I got thirty years of it… but it felt like everything about that life was suddenly crashing down around me. In many ways I was wiped with a clean slate… not even really knowing who I was anymore. The me that existed before my wife… was such a fledgling thing. I think I was not really sure where to go from here. So much of what drove me, so much of what I did with myself… was in service of the life that I built with this other person and that is a life that is now gone.

There is something like a 90% increase in mortality for men who lose a spouse. In many cases this is exacerbated because in traditional relationships the woman is the caregiver, and the man… just does not have the survival skills to keep going. That was not the case for me, because in most ways I was the primary caregiver and I still technically have the skills required to keep going. The problem is… most of the time I didn’t really want to. I felt like I was a robot who had completed its task and was awaiting new orders, and as a result I just sat dusty in the back of some cabinet as my battery slowly drained. It is so easy to just give up. I did… for effectively the remainder of this year. I did not really care about much of anything other than the occasional bursts of phantom joy that I would get playing a game or talking to one of my friends.

I am not certain the exact moment… but in the time between Christmas and New Years I have decided that I am going to live. That seems like an odd statement, but it is something that I have had to consciously make. I am going to live my life and more importantly… I am going to move forward and move on past the death of my spouse. I’ve felt like on many levels the friends and family of my spouse have needed me to spend my life in contrite grief pining away for her… that somehow my wasting slowly as my battery runs out, helped them recover from the death more easily. I can’t be that person for them anymore. I am too fucking young and I have too much of my life in front of me. Best guess based on the how others in my family have gone, I probably have about forty years in front of me… and that is too long to slowly die. My grandfather died in his mid 90s and my Dad is still spry and kicking, so I can’t see that I will likely be much different. I need to make those forty years mean something.

One of the ways in which I have taken action, rather than letting actions happen… is I finally met up with my friend Aigie/Saracell for a meal. She has lived in Oklahoma for almost a decade at this point, but was always far enough way and the timing never seemed right… so we never actually met up. This is weird given, that this was a person that I used to talk to every single day without fail. Hell you can look at the first posts on this blog, and it was her commenting on them. We were great friends that time happened to… and we stopped playing the same games… and sort of faded apart. Thing is… someday never comes unless you make it happen. I always expected that eventually we would meet in person, but neither of us were making it happen so I did.

We met up for dinner yesterday and it was a lot of fun reminiscing about old times. The most hillarious thing is that prior to the meeting I was talking with my friend Tam, who was also in Late Night Raiders… and apparently he had zero clue that “Saracell” and “Aigie” were the same person. It makes sense, because really she did not come into her own until she became a healer and there was a massive boost in confidence that happened at the same time. Saracell the Warlock was somewhat quiet and composed and almost sheepish, but Aigie the braid twirling Dwarven Priest was a force to be reckoned with. I am not so certain about the place we met up to eat, but I am sure we will repeat the act of sharing a meal at some point in the future. It will take will and purpose to make that happen, and I will take that extra step to ensure that it does.

I’ve also been talking with someone new… that I met in the least likely of possible places. I’ve talked before by the thoroughly unlikely meeting of my wife and I and our introduction from a man in Belgium when we grew up 30 minutes apart… this one is almost as uncanny but only so because of the current state of the internet and how toxic it can be. I met a new friend on Reddit. I’ve hung out on Reddit for years, making random comments on random threads… and the algorithm fed me a thread and in that thread was a random person who made a sassy comment… and I responded. That led to chatting back and forth through the Reddit direct messaging system, and that sort of carried on for days… and then weeks. More recently we have transitioned to talking on Discord, removing another layer of anonymity from it. I don’t know where it is going, but it has been really nice… and I have spent an awful lot of the last couple of weeks watching the typing indicator with baited breath.

This may go nowhere… and that is okay. The important thing that happened though… is it taught me that I could in fact develop feelings for another person. I am not entirely certain what those feelings entail… but it isn’t the bleak numbness that I have felt since July. I can move on. I can potentially love again. I legitimately thought that side of me was dead. That I had lost the ability to feel anything anymore, and would effectively just sort of fumble through life from this point on like the shambling dead. The fact that I CAN feel anything… is a fucking miracle at this point. I am not going to push any pressure on this however, because things need to develop in their own course. They have asked nothing of me, and I am attempting to ask nothing of them. It is just really refreshing to have someone that I am nervous in the best possible ways to talk with each day.

I honestly was not sure if I would say anything here about it. We are going to call her “Ren” for the sake of this blog. She does not have the breadth of gaming experience that most of us do, and as such has never really had a fixed gaming handle to fall back upon. Nor does she really have much of a social media footprint either. She has used the name Ren before and it seems good enough for the sake of keeping things nice and anonymous. That is one thing I have always tried with my blog… is to boil a situation to the real elements but not share any of the hard details. I did this for decades as a safety mechanism to keep anything I did from blowing back on my teacher spouse. I will likely continue to do this thing, because it feels more comfortable to share the real emotions and thoughts of a moment, without necessarily all of the specific people.

This is a pretty heavy post I know. If you have made it to this point I applaud you. You are in fact one of the “real ones” as it were. I am going to live. Hopefully if I am lucky, I will love again. Regardless I am going to figure out who the hell I am, and how best to support that fledgling person left in the aftermath of my life. I appreciate all of you and how you have supported me over the years. Be gentle with me as I figure this out.