In my mind, I thought I wanted to write about how this feels.  We're done, except for dividing up the property and walking away, never to see each other again except at our kids' weddings, I suppose.  I wondered how that realization would feel.  
In this process, I've admitted to the mistakes I've made, only to get back agreement that I made mistakes and no parallel offering from him.  I've begged.  I've sobbed.  I've been told I was undesirable and unloveable.  I've walked away. I've become stronger.  I've started to glimpse way off in the future how this could turn out to be a good thing for me.  I've started to feel like a little bird, standing on the edge of the nest.  No, more than that.  I was pushed out of the nest and damn near hit the ground.  But somewhere just before disaster, I learned to fly.
And it turns out that's what I want to write about.  I'm starting to think that Dave's self-esteem depended on my being nobody.  And through his force-of-nature stubbornness, he made that happen.  Probably subconsciously, but very effectively.
I'm loving stupid little things, like deciding what brand of laundry detergent I want, buying 2% milk instead of skim, and hanging curtains in the bedroom.  (OK, Jeanine did that part.)  I'm loving riding my bicycle the way I want and not having to apologize or feel "less-than".  I'm loving rock climbing and not caring that I don't dyno up insane climbs.
I'm loving feeling really good at my job and like there's a visible career path again.  I'm loving the feeling that I have a contribution to make.
I love that when I hang out with friends I no longer have to worry that Dave's sullenness about socializing will damage the evening.  My friends and I choose each other, care for each other, forgive each other as needed, and stand together as called for.  That's what friends suit up for.
Next stop: divorce. Indeed.  It's still sad that this couldn't all be true with us together.  But I paid too high a price for too long.  It's time to fly.  And you know what?  I'm going to be good at that!
 
 
3 comments:
Yes, you are!
Andrea, welcome to YOUR world!
You've been very inspiring and I hate that you had to feel that much rejection, none of it deserved at all. I feel like I want to go up and slap your ex in the face.
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