That Which Angers You, Controls You
My new mantra. Well, not so new. My mantra since August 27, 2010, the “date of separation”.
Tyler often infuriates me. I won’t go into detail, but I will say that I don’t think I’ve ever felt as angry and helpless about anything in my life as I have about the events that led up to and followed our separation. The problem with divorce (okay, one of the problems) is that once both of you realize that it’s over, it can be like no-holds-barred cagefighting. Because you have nothing to lose, and you both know exactly how to swing to hurt the other person the most.
I want to write about something and I don’t want it to come off as me bitching about Tyler, because I reallllly try to avoid doing that in “public”, though I’m not sure how to avoid that particular slant… I guess I’ll try to just focus on my own feelings about it rather than his actions. So here goes.
He was leaving to go traveling somewhere for awhile and asked if he could come by to see Caroline on Sunday before he left. I agreed. He’d been there a couple minutes and then he told me he had a significant other he was bringing around Caroline. At first he made it sound like she was just a hookup. I asked him to leave. He said he would go and went to give Caroline a hug goodbye. She cried and ran to me and buried her face in my chest. He came over and tried to take her and she screamed “No!!!” He kept reaching for her so I said angrily, “She said NO.” He turned around and left.
Not my proudest moment. Nor his.
We continued text-fighting about this for some time and then he told me that the girl wasn’t just a hookup, that they had been dating since September and that he was taking her with him to visit his parents the next day. At first this made me feel better, because I don’t want random people coming in and out of Caroline’s life, and I would rather have it be someone he is serious about. But the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. Are you ready for this? I’m about to get ugly… but honest… whether it’s logical or fair or not.
I was married to him for three lonely and miserable years. He left me to raise our child alone while he went off and traveled the world and focused on his career. He doesn’t get to be happy this soon. He doesn’t get to go play house with some girl and my daughter, who I have raised and cared for and put my heart and soul and entire existence into. He never takes his full amount of visitation and now I feel that it’s because he’s been spending time with this girlfriend instead of his child. He can’t even take the measly 48 hours he spends with Caroline every two weeks and just spend it with her… he’s got to bring this girlfriend around then, too? It’s no wonder they don’t have a bond. And who does she think she is, that she can push herself into our child’s life not two weeks after her parents get divorced, with all the upheavals this poor kid has had in the past six months?
But you know what it is, really? I’m afraid. The thought of another woman playing mommy to my child makes me physically sick. I know that Caroline spends 90% of her time with me, and she always has, and our bond is strong, and that fear isn’t rational. But I can’t help it. That mommy instinct is out of control and I have never felt such rage towards someone I don’t even know.
She is my daughter. She will never be yours. Back off.
That’s how I feel. It must look so ridiculous and illogical from the outside but on the inside… that’s all there is, and I can’t seem to make it go away. For me, this is the most painful part of the entire divorce. Him, I was prepared to lose… I wanted to lose… but not her…
But I’ve got to get it under control. That which angers you, controls you. That which angers you, controls you. I need to write it 1000 times, like I’m in detention or something. I chant it to myself as I walk around school. I will get through this. Just like I’ve gotten through everything else.