Many of you have posted hugs and support to my “The World Sucks, OK?” thread, and I am deeply grateful. It did get briefly hijacked into football, but that was never what it was about. Some of you know, many of you don’t, but my personal life has not been to good lately. This morning I watched my wife pack her clothes and go to live with a friend. It was certainly the hardest thing that I have ever done, but that dosen’t change the fact that I believe it was the only thing to do.
We have been dealing with the problems here for a while now, both together and in counseling. Last night in counseling, it became clear that there was no way to resolve these problems while staying together. I have 12 years of bottling things up inside myself to deal with, and the only solution I see is to get a little time and space to allow me to work through them. Trying to do so while still living and interacting with my wife was akin to trying to dry off while still in the shower, it just wasn’t working, no matter how hard we tried or how much we wanted it to. This was the hardest part, because my wife was ( and, I hope, is)willing to do whatever was needed, to change whatever behavior to make things better. The thing is, there is a twelve year pile of garbage here, and while both of us can agree not to throw anything else on the pile, sooner or later one of us would start complaining about the smell, and, whoops!, up on the pile more garbage would go.
What’s going to happen? I honestly don’t know, but for the first time in a long time, I feel a step towards resolution has been taken. I am also scared out of my mind. This relationship has been the central focus of a third of my life. The problem is that I believe that my wife views this as an end, not an intermission. In any event, while we could have continued to slap band-aids on the wounds, underneith it would not have healed, and neither one of us could have ever been real happy. I assume that I will be looking for a place to live soon, because geographicaly(jobs) and financialy it makes more sense for her to live here, but I just don’t know. I see two possible outcomes. #1, maybe we’ll be able to put things in perspective, and somewhere down the road find each other again, but this time in a loving and equal partnership where we can each be comfortable in ourselves, and dependent on each other’s strengths. #2, maybe we will realize that twelve years of an unhealthy relationship is just too much to overcome, and move on. If this happens, when I finally find that right person for me, she will owe a tremendous debt to my wife for molding and shaping me into the adult that I am now. I will keep you posted.