jacquie wrote:I hope one day he'll see you for the truly loving person you are. But, if that day never comes, it doesn't change who you are. It's his loss. Please don't make it ours too. The people who have stood by you, when he has not.
~This is equally as hard, awkward and upsetting for me to say. Maybe, he is not speaking with you because you won't hear the words he has already told you. It's over.
I only mean to help you see, you seem stuck in the past and the memory of him. When the present, your present life, needs your attention and effort.
(((((((((((((((Hugs))))))))))))))
I think he already knows the loving person that I am but it got lost and overshadowed in those last weeks or month. We were both coming from places of fear and so self absorbed in our own anxieties.
All the time he knew about his daughter and didn't share it with me I knew something was wrong, I sensed it, I voiced it with great concern. His behavior was changing and I thought it was about his son's prognosis at the end of the year and his guilt over not doing enough, his parents move from the family home to the retirement community, all major changes in his life on top of his already non-stop responsibilities in a new career and night classes required for the new career.
Knowing from past experience that high emotions near holidays and trauma usually wound up with a return to "what used to be" my fear took over. I didn't want to lose him after we had come so far after so long. It was finally within our reach. If I had known about his daughter I don't know if I would have been better or worse. Part of me wants to believe I would have understood and been supportive and loving but there is another part of me that wonders if I wouldn't even be more afraid of losing him and demonstrated all the fearful things I did those last few weeks. I wanted so much to share this awful experience with him, to be there for him, to be the one he turned to for love and support. But how could I be that when I was so lost myself?
My biggest regret is that we didn't even have a chance to try to work through this with a professional to help us define the feelings and find ways to get through this horrible time together. That's what was supposed to happen that day in my therapists office. If we could have learned how to express those feelings in different ways, or pull together instead of apart, I believe we'd still be together.
I suppose I'm resigned that I'm in a situation now where I can't win, his daughter's cancer and prognosis of death has taken control of all his emotions and he's made the ultimate sacrifice, his own happiness, for her dying wish- no matter how unrealistic that wish may be. After all the avenues we have taken together, all the trials and tribulations we have faced and conquered, all the workshops, therapists and apartments, I will never believe this is about rebuilding his marriage. This is a raw gut reaction to grief and fear, to try to recapture a point in time 20+ years ago for his daughter, a time that will never come back. Someone reminded me recently that one of the things I always said I loved about him was his devotion to his children and he wouldn't be that man I loved if he wasn't devoted to his daughter right now.
I AM stuck in the past in many ways. I love him and always will. He has been my heart and my soul, my lover and my best friend, my companion and "soft place to land" for as long as I can remember. When everything else was gone, he was still there loving me, and me loving him. I don't want this to be over and I'm being forced into a life I don't want to live. Whether this is temporary or not only God knows. All I can do now is pray that if we belong together God will touch his heart and bring him back to me according to His plan, and for God to help me to find my way now. I will continue to pray for him, for me, and everyone involved, that someday, somehow we all find peace.