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Family is Practice for Real Life

December_9_05

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12/09/05

It is almost the close of another day, a Friday.  I find myself frustrated and confused Em about what it is that you want and expect of me.  One moment you’re in a good mood, happy, and we’re getting along great.  And within minutes, or even seconds you mood has shifted and you’re angry or upset.  I feel as if I can never win, and I simply cannot keep up with your pace.  The truth of this all is that I feel as if I have failed as a mother – somehow, there is something I neglected to do.  I don’t know how to help you.  My fear for you is that you’ll be great in the outside world and unhappy in your heart.  I have seen adults live their lives this way.  Your father is like that.  Everyone thinks he’s just great.  But with intimacy, partnership, a human relationship – that is still missing.  The worst part about it is that I’m disallowing your brother the space and opportunity to express how you are effecting him.  I apologize for that Brandon.  I don’t want you to be a man that is short, mean, and cruel with women, and I don’t want Emma to think that she deserves to be mistreated by men.  But I think I need to begin to allow you, Brandon, to let her know directly when she is hurting the relationship.  I do want you to be able to tell people, especially your partner, that harm is occurring in the relationship.  I simply do not wish for your expressions to be angry or visceral – you will only bring embitterment to yourself.  My worries for the two of you are joint and individual.  As brother and sister and as human beings I don’t want or wish for you to struggle in your relationships with people as I have.  I did not have the guidance of a mother, or a father and I’ve had to learn as I go.  But, I do know what I wish for you, and it is nothing but an amazing, productive life.  It seems Emma that we have a few amazing or positive moments a day, or perhaps every few days.  I cannot imagine you having this level of a relationship with someone you choose as a mate or someone who chooses you.  It does not feel pleasant to walk on egg shells around someone you’re “suppose” to love. I say suppose, because family love should just come naturally, it is built-in.  It should not be earned, it does not need to grow through time, it simply is.  Family is where you’re “suppose” to have love without conditions, without the need to earn it, or worry about losing it.  Family is practice for real life, for strengthening that which we need to begin with someone else – to spread out, to share, to grow.  When we’re ready, we find someone of our own with which to compart that which we’ve nurtured and made prosperous.  Both of you have to help each other through this journey.  That which one of you does not understand or finds difficulty accomplishing the other must assist.  You will need each other, similar to how I need someone from my family – someone that know me and understands where I have been.  I’ll never have that.  You two are this very thing for each other.  When you come to the place where you can see this to be true I want you both to be standing together, not apart.  Together, to understand it, to feel it, and to appreciate that you are seeing it together.

As Always,

Your Mother

Down To The Wire

It’ll be four years this June since we’ve been separated.  Four years.  Who does that? Who waits four years for their spouse to wake up and say, “You know what hunny, I’ve been crazy all this time and I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I let you walk out that door.”

Although, I haven’t really held him accountable for a four year separation.  It’s been more like we’ve been living apart and because of the grandkids or the step-kids we found these excuses to get together.  While not a good time would be had by all – I would begrudgingly be upset that he was there, while at the same time be glad – I would think that maybe he’d see what the hell he was missing and want to work on making things right.  Wow! Am I a bit screwed up, or a lot screwed up? Or, just hopeful?

We are weeks away from our four years and I’ve decided that too much time has past, not enough amends have been made and I’m moving forward with the divorce.  While I have said this before, it feels different this time.  This time I feel the same way I felt when I decided to move out.  I felt, well, decided, resolved, without doubt.  All I needed/need to do is do it.  The other feeling that is lurking around is loneliness. I now feel loneliness.  I guess in the past, I’d come home and find some craft to do – a card, a mache bowl, a resin tile, something.  I knew that inevitably my phone would ping and he’d find some reason to come over, I wouldn’t deny him, I’d be upset about it, but then not and we’d have an excuse for him to be here and me to have his company.  You see – I still love my husband.  I love him very much.  But I must also have boundaries and limits and I value myself as well.  I want to be loved by him like I love him, maybe that’s not realistic, real or possible.  But, I also want to be respected by him.  And I want him to command respect for me from those around us.  He does not.

It’s always the same.  We talk it out.  We lay out the concerns – mostly mine.  He voices understanding and agreement, vows improvement, and within a few days or weeks we’re back to square one.  I tell him I’m tired of going in circles and ask him to leave, only to do it again a month or so later – for FOUR years.  Only this time, this time I’ve surrendered and I know that what I’m asking is beyond him to give me.  There is something beyond needing to be a better husband that is driving his choices.  Something with which neither I nor he can compete.  Maybe he knows what that something is and he’s just not open, maybe he doesn’t.  I don’t know what it is.  But if a four year quasi-separation hasn’t brought about salvation for this marriage, then it’s time to let it go.  I do not want to live my life waiting to be a priority for my husband.  My husband can’t live his life waiting for me to settle for what he can give.

I’m in no way ready to move on and find myself another guy.  But I’m realizing that I’ve been without a guy for four years.  The sporadic week here and there and occasional mediocre sex does not a relationship make or a marriage fix.  It’s been this weird boyfriend/girlfriend, 14-21 year old type of make-up/break-up/makeup “thing”.  Every time we start back up and break back up we start the healing clock again.

It’s time.


 

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