My husband of 12 years and I are separating. It has been 2 weeks today since we made the decision and I have felt like someone released from the asylum too soon. I go between relief, sadness, anger, hurt, happiness…often times one right after the other, like a ball in a ping pong machine. I feel at peace one moment, tragically sad and hopeless the next.
I know I’ve been unhappy for some time and according to him, so has he. We aren’t in a place where we are fighting or resentful of one another. It isn’t a decision we’ve made out of anger. If anything the opposite is true. We’ve had a frank, honest, albeit painful discussion about our future and what we need and want.
2 1/2 years ago, on our 10th wedding anniversary, instead of renewing our vows as we had planned, we found ourselves at the hospital, my husband undergoing a craniotomy to clip an aneurysm in his brain. Three weeks later, he developed bacterial meningitis and was rush into a second brain surgery to save his life. This life and death experience changed him and it changed me.
They say you learn more about a person during a tragedy than any other time and it is so very true. By nature I am a care giver, my instinct is to take care of others, to be supportive and loving. It was very difficult for me that the more I tried to take care of him, the further he pulled away. Don’t get me wrong, I am just as culpable for our relationship not working as he is. We are the text book case of opposites attract and while that worked for a long time, now that the kids are gone it is so glaringly obvious how little we have in common. He is structured, routine, neat and organized. I am flighty, spontaneous, messy and wild. He is dedicated to his gym and work, I am dedicated to large world causes, rescue issues and art. He’s an introvert, I’m an extrovert. I am someone who makes plans on the fly, enjoys living from moment to moment; he is someone who needs to have everything planned out in advance and gets frustrated when he has to be flexible.
In the last few years we have slowly grown further and further apart till there was a chasm in between us. Nights of not speaking, him doing his thing, me doing mine. Strangers living in the same house who barely acknowledge one another. We’ve gone through more in 14 years than most. We’ve had our share of tragedies and heart ache. He’s cheated, so have I. We’ve turned to others when we should have turned to one another.
I look back to our wedding day when I practically skipped down the isle just to get to his arms and I wonder how we went from that to this. Ironically, it was me that started the conversation and while he seems to be handling it well, I seem to be a slave to my emotions and riding a roller coaster of ups and downs. I know that staying together is to settle. In my heart, I know we both deserve so much more.
We don’t meet each others emotional needs. We don’t connect the way partners should. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is for us to be happy. The Buddhists believe that attachment is something that holds us back. Holds us down. It is believed that to love something is to give it the freedom it needs to be all it’s meant for. I believe this too. In letting each other go, we are giving each other a gift. One that says I love you enough not to keep you so that someone else may tie their thread with yours instead.
This is a new journey I’m on. After 14 years of being with someone, I have to figure out how to be with myself and hopefully, some day, someone else. I know in my heart that I am a good woman. There is so much joy and passion and hope inside me. I have so much I want to share with another and so much I want to learn and experience. I know that he does too but that I am not the woman with whom he should be sharing it with.
I do not know what tomorrow holds. Only that today was a sad day and I hope, tomorrow won’t be. Right now, all I can do is take it one moment, one day at a time. My marriage didn’t last forever, the impact it had on me will.