Mr. Movie Star and I officially called it quits today.
I gave up part of my weekend to help with a rig (an ‘eight and skate’ hardly feels like a day of work at all anymore), and happened to be on the same lot lot as the movie he’s doing, so I swung by to see him, since we’ve not actually been in the same room at the same time in weeks.
As breakups go, this one was pretty painless. I’d seen it coming for a while now.. the phone calls have been petering off, the coversations getting shorter – out of sight, out of mind.
He says he’s not dating anyone else, but just feels like neither one of us have the time to be dating anyone.
This is just what happens, and no, I’m not angry at him. I’m kind of bummed – but not angry.
This is par for the course in the film industry, with it’s 12+ hour days and routine 6 day weeks.
Those hours ruin a lot of relationships. Crew members who haven’t been divorced at least once are rare, and multiple divorces are common – and that’s marriages. I sort of feel like trying to date at all is hopeless, due to the entertainment industry catch-22: if you date someone who’s not in the film industry (a ‘civilian’), they freak out about the hours and dump you, and if you date someone who is in the industry, you split up because you never see each other.
Okay, I lied. I’m sad and pissed off.
The fact is that I really liked Mr. Movie Star, and had hoped that this would last for a long time.. Now I’m back to being afraid of dying alone because my fucking job eats my life.