The night Kellen and I met felt like love at first sight. We had an immediate connection that could only be explained as a mystical force that drew us together. We looked at each other and both knew something strange was happening that we couldn’t quite explain. We had nothing in common but never wanted to be apart.
After year one, our relationship hit rock bottom. A delightful combination of jealousy, power and revenge had overcome the admirable bond we once shared. He wanted to control my social life, so I continued to party harder. I wanted to control the success of his future, so he dreadlocked his hair and dressed like a homeless person.
Truth be told, we absolutely hated each other and made every effort to challenges one’s lifestyle. But at the same time, we were undeniably attached to the addictive poison of our chemistry. We were polar opposites, who agreed on absolutely nothing, but had a love strong enough to overcome our distaste for each other. We were a match made in hell, and we couldn’t get enough of it.
He decided to take a trip home to see his Reiki lady as he claimed his “stress levels were off the charts.” I dropped him off at the airport, hugged his unbathed body, and kissed his freckled face farewell. Being apart was never good for us as we had absolutely zero trust for each other. He imagined me half naked doing body shots on a bar top; I imagined him having filthy sex with a street kid high off DMT. Being together was the only way we could protect our relationship and our hearts. It was a sick, sick disease that we understood as love.
When I picked him up from the airport he carried a vibe much darker than his normal gloom. He was different and I could sense it the minute we made eye contact as he got in my car. He seemed angry, distant and somewhat afraid as the tension thickened between us. His kiss was as cold as ice and the mutual comfort we’d feel upon making physical contact was suddenly replaced by a haunting emptiness. I knew something was seriously wrong and I was terrified to find out what that was.
It turns out that the Reiki lady channeled healing energy through his body and discovered that I was the cause of all his internal pain and suffering. (Let’s be real, he didn’t need a Reiki lady to throw down that fun fact). She worked her magic through the form of touch and was able to cleanse his emotional wellbeing. She apparently told him that a female was the cause of all his stress and that our relationship needed to end in order for him to be free. In other words, “Melissa is torturing your soul. Run far, far away and be free, hippie man!”
I was outraged when he attempted to break up with me in the name of Reiki. Two years of fighting for a relationship that was dangling by a thread only to be destroyed by the hands of a permafried witch doctor. Are you kidding me?!
As furious as I was, we both knew she was right. We had an unhealthy relationship that was tearing us apart emotionally and psychologically. We’d become the worst versions of ourselves once we allowed greed to overcome our love. In the beginning, we admired, respected and worshipped each other. Overtime, that passion turned into possessiveness and insecurity, which was fueled by fear. We were so afraid of losing our special connection that we single handedly allowed that fear to destroy the love we were so desperate to protect.