Every now and then, I need to re-watch Sex and the City from beginning to end. I get sick to my stomach with anxiety during all of season 3 when Carrie is secretly having an affair with Big while he’s married to Natasha and she is in a committed relationship with, the perfect, Aidan. I’m currently nearing the end of season 4 after Aidan proposes to Carrie and she needs “more time”. I instantly felt nausea watching these episodes, listening to her reasons for not being excited about her marriage and watching Charlotte tell her that she just had cold feet while Carrie was wearing the engagement ring on a necklace instead of her finger. I related when Carrie threw up after seeing the initial engagement ring Aidan was going to give her. I remember wishing I could hide my beautiful engagement ring every time a cute (or even not-so-cute) guy seemed even slightly interested in me.
I’d say more than half of the people in my life were not surprised when they heard I left my husband last year. Several of my friends and clients commented that I never liked to talk about my wedding, or my ex, and I would always change the subject when they asked me about any of it. I never got excited over my wedding and got bored or angry when people brought up “him”. It was an event that I was planning. That’s it. I had to get things booked and paid for but there was no emotional attachment to any of it. I also thought maybe I just didn’t have the “bride gene”. I never pictured my dress. Never dreamt of a wedding. Hell, I never imagined myself being married at all. I remember more often than not, when someone asked me my plans for the future or my wants and desires, my response was, “I want to take over the world.” There is no ring or man or dress or ceremony involved with that and thinking back on my response now, I honestly have no idea what is involved in taking over the world. Who did I think I was? Hitler?!
Do I hate Carrie for cheating on Aidan with Big and then accepting his marriage proposal, just to tell him she’s not ready?? Yeah…kinda… At least she gave back the ring though. Aidan is THE. FREAKING. BEST. I mean, could he BE any more manly, generous and sweet!? Big, on the other hand, had never given Carrie what she needed. He fucked with her heart and dragged her along. He pushed her and pulled her in different directions and screwed up her relationship with Aidan too many times. He was a selfish asshole. Who can stand him besides Carrie?! His only appeal? Money. Yeah, he was cultured and well-traveled but what else did he really have to offer her? He was “emotionally unavailable”; the term I’ve learned this past year from dating very similar men. He was a selfish, narcissistic prick. We can’t just make him seem like a great guy because after a year or so of being a dickhole, he throws some money or gifts at her and calls her “kid” with his stupid, fugly smirk.
Looking back now though, as much as I can relate to Carrie’s feelings about not being the “marrying type” or having cold feet, my situation had its similarities and its differences. I too felt sick to my stomach when I thought about the wedding and the future of FOREVER with a person…THAT person. I, unfortunately, did not call it off when I should have, like she did, when I realized I didn’t want that life. When I realized he made me want to vomit. When I hated the sound of his chewing or watched him licking a plate when he was finished eating. When he had me by my throat against a wall and my dogs were shrieking in fear. I should have called it all off when I knew but we had planned and paid for so much. Maybe some of my friends were right and it was just a feeling every bride-to-be gets. I couldn’t take back everything and cancel now, right? Looking back, I know better. Looking back now, I know to trust my gut.
What appeal did my “was-band” have? He might have been a loser who had a mattress on the floor and only owned furniture that were garbage from his family members. He might have only worked three nights a week at a jazz club and was content making enough to pay the bills and not think about the future at the age of 42. He might have been a violent drunk but he went to counseling and made me a promise he had changed forever! Plus, he had a super hot body. Lookin’ like a Chinese/Irish god with that bod… He was a tricky son-of-a-bitch though, as most narcissists are. They are so confident in their greatness, they can trick you into thinking they are great too! He would buy me beautiful dresses and shoes and jewelry and knew exactly my size in every brand. He would take me to operas and ballets and concerts in the park. We’d go to the nicest, old-school Chicago places. He faked all of the money and culture that Big had and flaunted with Carrie. It was easy to get caught up in the show and let those things be a distraction to reality. For a while at least…
I clearly remember one afternoon after I ordered a dry-erase wall calendar, he insisted he’d hang it on the wall, despite the fact that I was in the middle of doing it myself, since I’m I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that means?! For over an hour, I sat in another room while this giant man-child screamed profanities and pounded and drilled holes in my rented wall. I kept listening as my security deposit dwindled. I could have had this handled myself with 3M Command Strips in MINUTES!
As days and months and years went by and he became less and less appealing and attractive to me, I also started to slow down and think about my own happiness for once instead of doing what I thought I was supposed to do and trying to make everyone else around me happy. (That’s a Libra trait…or curse.) At least Big had a sense of humor and they had a sex life. My old man was dry, negative and boring and couldn’t even get a boner. So, like…Ok, Carrie. I can’t hate on you. I’ve made my mistakes too but I am fixing them! I think we need ANOTHER Sex and the City movie where Carrie realizes her fuck ups and Aidan never REALLY had a baby with someone else and Carrie dumps Big and he dies sad and alone, thinking about what a twat he always was. Then, Carrie and Aidan pick RIGHT up where they left off after he proposed with that gorgeous ring. Why don’t you marry the sexy, manly, self-made, nice guy instead of the Big?? Or, stay alone and “fabulous” forever?
That’s what I’m working on now. I met the Greek version of Aidan after dumping the angry, knock-off, Chinese version of Big. Just like most knock-offs from China, this one didn’t fit properly and I kind of want my money back but it’s a total pain in the ass. Like Carrie says though, it’s time to let go of my marriage past, to get on with my dating future. I’ll give the sexy, manly, nice guy a shot for once and actually be myself instead of people-pleasing and getting caught up and tricked by smoke and mirrors. Unfortunately for this guy, I’m learning that I can be kind of an asshole. I’m working on that though. I’m learning from Carrie’s mistakes.
Swiping My Life Away 