Wishing you courage

"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying 'I will try again tomorrow'."
- Mary Anne Radmacher

Monday, August 13, 2012

Oh that again?

He's moving... back to the opposite coast... my ex-husband... today may have been the day when he left.

I thought this would feel better than it does right now.  It was over a year ago when he told me he was going to move away and I have been anticipating a sense of freedom from that distance.  Instead it feels very sad right now.

I don't know who he is.  He turned out to be someone different than the man I thought I was married to, and I miss that person desperately, and, idiotically,  I keep looking for that person.  Maybe he has changed again!  Maybe "he" is back!

He doesn't want to be the person I believed he was.

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Did I tell you we met when I was 16 and were nearly inseparable for about 16 years?  And now I don't know exactly when he is moving away.  We drove into this city together, him driving the moving truck, me driving his car.  We were supposed to be getting a fresh start, I thought it was going to be a fresh start as a couple but found out he was having "discrete" sex with women he didn't even know a few months after we got here.  (Ok, I found evidence of him soliciting dates and going to meet one woman, but he said he didn't sleep with her.  Regardless of believing him on that point, does the actual act really matter that much?).  The problems had started years before.  I have been so dumb where he is concerned for YEARS and still I think about him, not with longing for him but longing for closure and longing for understanding how things went so wrong and longing for verification that it wasn't all my fault.  It feels like there is still so much that needs to be said, but we speak different languages.

Back several months ago when I moved there was so much of "our" stuff to go through.  A houseful of our things.  And even though I was so angry with him for not signing the damn papers that could have prevented the move I kept setting things aside for him.  Although he had left 3 years earlier I was still hanging onto his family heirlooms and his mementos, until I came across our wedding album and realized that he didn't have a single photo from our wedding.  Not only had he left me behind - me who who was drowning in grief, so I kind of understand wanting to leave that behind - he left all mementos of me behind.  He left every reminder of our marriage, like none of it had mattered.  And I began throwing away his things.

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Moving definitely brought many things about our marriage and divorce to the surface.  There were so many feelings left unfelt during those years of numbing antidepressants so it's good to be working through them now.  It's good to be living in a place that feels safe while slogging through that mess.  One thing that is interesting is that Toren's death and the end of my marriage feel like separate things now.  They happened relatively close together and were intertwined for a long time, which was a shame because it complicated how I felt about Toren.

So he is moving and I am not gleeful as imagined... but it won't always hurt.  Maybe it won't hurt by the end of this week.  Maybe someday thoughts of him will only rarely peek in.  And in the meantime I will take good care of myself, like by going to read a charming book right now!  (Do you like murder mysteries?  I recently discovered the Leigh Koslow Mystery Series which are adorable!  They are older books - which means super cheap for the Kindle!  book 1 was free! - and they are not too gory or scary.  There is a pregnancy in book 1 but it didn't upset me and if you think it would be a trigger for you book 2 doesn't rely on information from book 1)

5 comments:

Jenn said...

I met my husband at the ripe old age of 13, began to date him at 16 and we have been together since. I don't say this to stick it to you that we worked out while your teenage love didn't - I say this to comfort you and tell you that even if my hubby were to turn into a terrible monster and leave me and who knows what, it would be a long, long, long time till I could stop thinking about him.

You spent 16 years of your life with that man! 16 years is a very long time. Of course you still think of him. I can't see how you could just up and forget about somebody who you obviously shared a great deal of your life with.

Hoping that you can continue to heal and move on and that over time it will get easier. xx

reba alice said...

we weren't as young as you were, but my ex and i met and fell in love at the sweet young age of 18, and were together for the next 15 years. we had problems too and as you know everything wasn't always roses and sunshine. it does give a little pang when they move on. even though my divorce was entirely my idea. i still got a little shock when he told me i wasn't invited to his wedding with his new girlfriend, whom he supposedly got together with the day after we split up for good (don't worry, i'm not that naive anymore). anyway...i am always just an email away if you ever want to talk. {hugs.}

Alexicographer said...

No words of wisdom, just warm wishes to say I hope perhaps his moving will contribute to your reaching a place where you feel less ... what? Connected to your past with him and more to your future? I'm honestly not sure even what to wish for for you, clearly half your life and all of your adult life (until the split) was with your ex, and I don't want to discount or devalue that but at the same time clearly you're working through and moving beyond and I hope those processes will lead to good (nay, great) things.

Sophie said...

Big hugs. I am glad you can now separate Toren from your split. Toren's beautiful energy doesn't need Mr Elastic Knickers toxic energy near it... xx

myskytimes said...

I hear you loud & clear:
"One thing that is interesting is that Toren's death and the end of my marriage feel like separate things now. They happened relatively close together and were intertwined..."
Same here. I don't need TheDad to mourn my son. It's liberating really. Just as liberating as it felt when he moved away (across an ocean). I was finally safe and ready to grieve in peace, so to say.

Wishing you the best... xo