Scorpio Woman in love with an Aquarius Man who never cared
I have never dated or been romantically involved with an Aquarius before. I met him and it was for a business arrangement; we were introduced for a marriage arrangement so that he may get his papers. I am not proud of this and almost feel as though karma has dealt me a blow from it, because from the moment I laid eyes on him, my heart was no longer just mine. I was really going to tell him, that night, that I wasn't going to go through with it, but after meeting him I couldn't do it. I just wanted to know him more. We met, occasionally, and prepared for our wedding and all of the things we would have to do after and I played it cool and never showed my true feelings, but I could have sworn I felt the same from him...probably not as intense as mine, but I knew he felt something also. It is just too intense not to feel and I do not and have never had a crush or pursued anyone whom I did not feel had potential...I hate to waste time! On the night of our wedding, we went out and got plastered and then "I" seduced him at the end of the night. He said he didn't want to complicate things and I said..."no problem"...yeah right! I was a goner the minute that we did because I am not good with casual relationships and already had intense feelings for him. Then life took over and, as we both are busy, we kept missing our times to see each other, but I did not see any extra trying on his part or anymore than mine anyways. I am very used to being pursued and this is weird for me, but I still don't care that he doesn't because sometimes it is enough just to be near him whenever I can. About a couple of months went by and then we had to go to visit some of my family for photo ops that were needed for the papers and we would have to spend a lot of time together really getting to know each other before our interview. Well visiting with my family, they fell in love with him also and could feel my intense emotions towards him and said they saw he definitely felt something also and were all about us being a real couple...this just screwed me up sooo much more! I then went into lala land and grew more clingy and was more loving and you get the rest...he began to show more feelings, but as he saw me getting more emotionally involved, he started getting just a little more detached and on our last night there, we spoke of our families and he brought up that our families were very different and I tried to start a case of how it didn't matter and whatever I could think of to get my way...he just shrugged, said that it was not true and rolled away from me and to sleep. I just layed there, stunned, for a few minutes and then got up and went outside with a feeling I have never had before and never want again...defeat and pain. He left the next day and I decided to stay a few days longer, but I was so upset and depressed I could not even enjoy myself and my family's company. When I returned, he was to spend the next week with me, before our interview, and I was doing everything I could to make myself understand that it just wasn't going to happen and that he was just using me and did not really want "me", just what I could ultimately give him and that there was nothing I could do to change this and I will NOT win this one. He came to stay on Monday and I made him sleep on my air mattress and then Tuesday he disappeared until Wednesday when i put him in his place, explaining that the interview was important and he needed to get his act together as we had less than a week. He agreed, apologized, and did not do it again until the interview...physically he was with me, but he never was mentally and it felt painful and I kept telling myself I deserved it because I was a dumbass from the start.
Once the interview was over we saw each other, rarely, and most of the time I would just keep my emotional distance and he would try to pretend we were friends. I finally told him, one day, that we needed to speak and I went over to his place to tell him that we were not friends and that I was sick of his games (pretending to be my friend and whatever to keep me doing his bidding) and that I needed him to keep his distance. I was open about my past feelings for him and I told him that I felt know reason for us to continue pretense...blah, blah blah. I gave him a hug and on my way out the door, he said that he had always liked me and that it was just complicated because of his goals for being here and his link to his culture. I told him it was cool and walked out the door. I didn't see or hear from him for a while and then he contacted me about something to do with our marriage and then contacted me again about something else and then again and then we finally had an okay talk, one time, and I agreed to go to dinner with him. The dinner went well and then, as I knew he wanted to see me longer that evening, I told him I had other plans and invited him (I knew he wouldn't go) and had him take me home. I had a couple of texts and phone conversations with him for the next few weeks, but nothing much and then he let me know he was going to visit his family soon and said we should hang out before he left. We ended up getting together last night for dinner. After dinner, he asked if I wanted to go to his place and chill and I "knew" what was in store, but I missed him so much still and thought "what the hell", but knowing it was a really big mistake. I let him feel like he was coercing me with the "I'm really tired and we can just sleep here" line and the "remember all of our good times" crap, but then when we were laying in his bed and I was still acting out loud and feeling scared inside about going further, I asked him if he was using our past to get me to have sex with him...maybe I knew the truth, but I really didn't want to believe it and I also wanted to call him on it. He denied it,saying that he wouldn't do that and then started saying some other gibberish about how he could have sex with different women every night, if he wanted to and he just doesn't do that and then some other things that just didn't get my attention and I cannot remember all of it. He seemed to notice and grabbed me to hold me from behind and then, of course, one thing led to another and... Anyways, after we were through, so was he and he turned over and went to sleep. It is weird, because I regret it and I don't; I am mad and I am not; I am sad, but I am now determined to find something different with someone else who will cherish the person I am. I am now finished with my foreign husband who doesn't care and I will see my obligation through, but will no longer give him what he doesn't deserve or want...my broken heart.