I spent some time with Tyler yesterday.
I’m technically on my spring break, although it hasn’t been much of one since I’ve been seeing a couple of my patients and also developed a nasty case of bronchitis. Anyway, Tyler was back from his trip so I picked Caroline up early from daycare and brought her down to his place and we took her to the beach to collect seashells, which she loves to do. And we talked, and spent the evening together, and didn’t fight.
These days, I struggle more when we don’t fight than when we do. It is so hard not to see this other life where we repair everything that went wrong and fall in love again and live happily ever after. I am afraid to see that life because once I get things in my head, it is really hard for me to un-see them, and I just put a whole lot of people through a whole lot of pain to win my freedom from a dysfunctional relationship.
It doesn’t help that whenever I go to his place, just being in the house he lives in causes me so much pain. We had rented this house and were supposed to move there together last September. We were so excited to have more space and more light and live in an actual house instead of an apartment complex. But then everything happened, and I couldn’t, and so he moved there alone. Every time I’m in that house, I feel like I’m being physically crushed by all of our memories that were supposed to be made there.
In general, since the official day of the divorce, I haven’t felt like I thought I would. I thought it would feel like relief. And it does, a little bit… but mostly it feels like regret. For all the things we could have changed and worked on, long ago, but didn’t.
I don’t really know what goes on in his head these days. I didn’t ever really know back then, either, and that was part of the problem. But I do know that he didn’t get that job in Denver, the one he was working so hard to get, the main reason he took all of those trips that left me and Caroline alone without him. And I’d imagine that feels something like regret too.Add a Comment