The day after!
I woke up earlier than need be after a restless night of sleep. This time with the thought of my wedding anniversary, my 29th one that bypassed without a word the day before. I’m okay with that although I found the day held a gloom over it. Sadness in my body of knowing what was, that has not been, that is not now or will ever be.
He is always good at giving me a card that is usually set out by my coffee pot, knowing I will see it there and sure enough there it was. He’s very routine. The card acknowledged by me but dismissed. I doesn’t matter anymore, it just brings sadness. I looked at the card, read it and placed gently back in the envelope and placed on my wire rack where an place cards received and mementos to show off, for just a period of time.
Thankfully, as I read, he is broke from writing ‘I Love You‘ after all these years. Those words written and read produced anger within me for years wondering how he just does not get it. It was fourteen years ago that his words spoken to me in our counselor’s office, not my Counselor of present, and neither one of them thought anything or replied of my WOW comeback of shock, which was, “I don’t love her and I don’t think I ever did.” I was done, with both of them.
How in the world was I to take those words and go on with being a wife, have sex and act as though we were happy. My heart was crushed. Plus ignored that night in counseling by both him and the counselor and then blamed that those words were taken out of context by him. An apology never received but that I misconstrued his words.
Numb. I was so numb which later turned to anger and hatred as the days, months and years numbered. These words just added to the chaos I felt. All these years with him and finding porn much earlier, which prompted the marriage counseling after much prodding on my part to bring him. How could all of this happen? To discuss issues was out of the question because he would turn away and avoid any confrontation so I was left to reel in this life of unhappiness of existence alone. The elephant in the room Syndrome and sweep it all under the rug.
Years passed after leaving this marriage counselor and just an existence of an empty shell remained of me. Trying with everything inside of me to raise two boys and maintain sanity. Not easy but I did that for them. I became a real good actress to those around me and in church. I was dying inside.
Yes, many will say the boys would have been better off if we had divorced, but I knew that each of them had my care and watch upon them. I truly do not think he would do that and he would let them run astray. I feel proud today knowing I stuck it out and they are both successful young men.
While I am not ignorant of the fact that they have had some emotional turmoil and issues growing up and will have to face some as an adult because of this, but I will pat myself on the back for sticking it out through some hell but also kicking myself of some of the hell that they experienced. I had to trust the Lord then and I do now.
This past year though along with the years of counseling with my personal counselor that I write about, I began to get a grip of myself, my life and of this so-called business partnership, marriage that I am a part of and that is of boundaries. What a difference.
While we are still legally married and under the same roof, it is not a marriage and no intention of it being any different, til death do us part (or divorce do we part). Today, I can be in the same room and carry on a conversation with him but it is all a general, life discussion. Typical with Aspergers, which makes sense why I felt like I was going crazy with this man. Years ago, I walked into my counselor’s office feeling almost dead in all areas of my life.
Holding onto a thread of hope, which she gave me and I truly feel the Lord led me to her. Otherwise, I do not know where I would be right now. Somebody heard me, understood me and I did not feel so alone in life. Research, reading and getting grounded in knowledge of what I was going through opened my eyes and my life restored to a point of existence and wanting to exist. The counselor does their part but it takes the client to do their part, too.
Thankfully today, the tension and much hatred is gone and that has been nice. I am hoping and going on that the Lord has changed and healed me in many areas. I am not responsible for him. Forgiveness goes without saying, a must. This did not come overnight, but today I am happier, allowing myself boundaries in this so-called business-marriage relationship. For now, it works.