An Enigmatic Relationship

She was an enigma and our relationship enigmatic.    We dated over a period of about six months, but not frequently.  We saw each other perhaps six or seven times and had sex on about half of those occasions.  It was wonderful. 

When together, she was fully engaged, articulate, playful, fun, and at times, funny.  When apart, our communication can only be described as shitty at best.  She was schizophrenic: the 'we are together person' and the 'we are apart person'.  It became too frustrating.  Not by spoken word, but by unspoken mutual agreement, we allowed the relationship to fade into the sunset around May.

We've ignored each other over the summer, except for an exchange of pleasantries on the Fourth of July and a recent text dialogue, which I initiated; she suggested lunch after the start of the school year and I agreed.  We'll see if it really happens.

She has a complicated life: a job, four kids and an insecure husband.  I understood this, or thought I did, but perhaps, not well enough.  Our relationship was not poly due to the absence of conjugal knowledge and consent, but this is merely a definitional detail.  I thought of her as my girlfriend.  Now, I'm trying to get over her and it has not been easy.