He's Done!

Divorce!!!



Ugly Words
Spoken in hurt.
Spoken in frustration.
Spoken in haste.

I listened to my husband use these words tonight.  He said, "I'm Done!"  And stormed out the door.

Maybe it is time.
Maybe all the lies and all the hurt and all the deception and all the addiction have been enough - finally.

I don't like how it feels.
Like I quit.

We made promises -- covenants -- with God.
It feels like I am turning my back on them.

It hurts.

Maybe tomorrow I can talk more about it.  Today -- I just wanted to look at it a moment and get my mind wrapped around it.

Crying

The tears won't stop today.
The same tears I cried a few months back.
Tears that come when the reality hits me that we aren't going to be able to save this marriage.
Tears  -- unwanted tears.
Tears  -- for the loss of something I worked so hard to keep.
Tears  -- for the lonely nights to get through.
Tears  -- of rejection.
Tears  -- of not being fought for.
Tears -- too many unwanted tears.

Christmas Letters

This is the first year in 24 years that I won't be writing a Christmas letter to my husband.  I have sad feelings deep in my soul thinking about this.  I used to love writing these letters.  Each Christmas Eve, in the process of wrapping gifts and getting things ready for Christmas morning, I'd stop and spill my heart out on the note I'd stick in the tree for the man of my life.

I remember watching my dad write his Christmas letter to my mom.  I remember watching mom read the letter Christmas morning.  She'd step away from the chaos -- but not to far from dad.  Tears would stream down her face.  It was a tender moment that I looked forward to each year.  I'm pretty sure my notes didn't have that affect on my husband -- but they were important to me -- so I wrote them.

The truth is, this year there just isn't anything to say to him right now.  The separation has strained our already weak relationship.  Issues have come up that have damaged my trust in him even further.   To make matters worse,  isn't looking like we'll even be celebrating this holiday together either.  

This year, it is all I can do not to crawl in my bed, pull up the covers and wait until all this Christmas stuff passes.  Children and grandchildren prevent me from giving in to this pull at my soul.   I hide my tears when they come and turn the Christmas music up louder to block out my thoughts until the wave of pain passes.

I'm going to give myself permission to be sad and to mourn the loss of a marriage and of memories that will no longer be created.

I Deserve and I'm Done!

In my life, married to a liar and a adulterer, I have visited these terms on numerous occasions.  Recently, in my recovery, I begin taking a long hard look at what they really mean.

Let's start with the first one; Deserve

de·serve

dəˈzərv/

verb:  do something or have or show qualities worthy of (reward or punishment)

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   synonyms:

   merit, earn, warrant, rate, justify, be worthy of, be entitled to, have a right to, be qualified well-earned, merited, warranted, justified, justifiable; rightful, due, right, just, fair, fitting, appropriate, suitable, proper, apt, meet

   Many of the words in that list could fit the particular emotion I am trying to identify.  For example;

   
   

   "I merit a worthy husband.''

   "I am entitled to a worthy husband.'

   "I have qualified to merit a worthy husband.'

   
   

   Or these notions:

   
   

   "It just isn't fair that my husband won't honor his covenants so that I can have a worthy companion."

   "His behavior has not been appropriate, therefore, I can do whatever I feel is right for me."

   
   

   Do you see where I'm headed here?

   
   

   I'm not sure where in the scriptures it teaches that when we finish our young women program, go on to "The Y", secure us a handsome RM, get sealed in the temple we'll live happily ever after --- because we 'deserve it.'

   
   

   In fact, I'm pretty sure that is contrary to God's plan.  I believe we came to earth to be tested and it is through enduring trials (some times huge, seemingly unbearable and endless trials) will be given the reward.  Not the reward we deserve, or the reward we earned, but the reward given to us by the grace and mercy of a loving Heavenly Father and because of the Atonement of His Son, our brother, Jesus Christ.

   
   

   Which brings me to the other piece of this post -- the term 'I'm Done!"

   
   

   I want to state, right from the very beginning that I am and will be forever grateful that my Savior did not say, "I'm Done!"  or "I Quit" while suffering in the Garden. These words were never His;  "This is too hard, too painful, the people are sinners, they won't listen, they are prideful, hard hearted,"  "They are lustful, deceitful, adulterous!."  "It's not worth it!"

   
   

   I am ever so grateful he finished the assignment that was his mission to fulfill so that as we are down here on earth trying so desperately to finish ours -- his sacrifice will be worth it for each of us.

   
   

   So, what makes a person (a wife) say I'm done?  For me it was all the lies, the crazy chaos I lived with.  The constant upheaval.  Dishonor.  Deception.  Years of it.  I spent years saying those words too.  Then eating them.  I'd spew them in fits of anger or hurt.  I'd say them at the point of despair hoping it would rock my husband back to his senses.  It never did of course, and each time I felt horrible for saying them.

   
   

   I made covenants with the Lord -- and this man.  For some reason, the Lord has chosen to train and teach me through this particular path of tests and trials.  If I quit -- what do I gain?  What will my family gain?  What example do I show to my children when I express that idea of "I'm done!"  If I quit, what do I learn about my personal strength and faith?

   
   

   Before you start throwing things at me, I do realize there are circumstances that warrant quitting, or removing yourself from a situation that is unsafe.  I believe, as in my case currently there may be times when taking a break is warranted.  
   
   Next time, though, before the "I deserve" starts flying and the "I'm done" get's flung -- be sure you know what you mean and where that emotion comes from.  It is easy to get caught up in what I like to call "The Fairness Trap" where we evaluate everything that happens to us based on our idea of what is fair.  We holler out and whine and complain about the injustices of the world, like a child who didn't get the toy he wanted, without considering if what we are experiencing is for the growth of our spouse (or family member) or for our own personal growth.  
   
   What is it we deserve?  
   
   When are we truly done?
   
   It is something to ponder.
   
   
   

   
   
   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   
   

Trying to Be Normal When You Feel Anything But...

I get up every day shower, do my hair, make my bed.  I've put up my Christmas tree.  I keep trying to be normal, but then I turn a corner and run smack dab into a trigger that proves I am anything but.

I had to go to the mall yesterday to get a new charger adapter for my laptop.  It was all I could do not to run screaming from that place.  All I could see was couples, shopping, enjoying the day, holding hands.  All I could remember was the last time I was there -- I was doing the same thing with my husband.

I couldn't make myself get to church today.  Just the idea of sitting there hearing member after member get up and talk about how grateful they are for their temple marriage and how much they love their wife and family.  It can't remember ever hearing my husband say that from the pulpit.

I feel the loss of a marriage so fiercely right now.  So many things my husband used to do for me that I am now having to do myself.  Last week I went to the lumber store and purchased drywall and 2x4's so that my bishop could build me a wall in my basement.  I rented the truck and hauled it to my house and then took the truck back.  I wonder though, who is going to change the light bulb that burns out up in the vaulted stairway.  I'll never be able to reach that.

In a week moment one day I checked out an LDS singles dating site for old folks and wondered if it was going to be even remotely possible to find a man who is covenant keeping and wants to be my eternal companion.  Then you have all that 'yours' and 'mine' to deal with too.

Right now I can't even afford to file for divorce -- which sucks totally.  I sit in my house being a covenanted married spouse while my husband goes off on his online escapades meeting new people.

Right now I want to hide under the pile of clothes I haven't hung up yet in my closet and just wait till this all passes by me.  Time never passes quickly when you are grieving.

In the past two years I have sustained incredible loss; both my parents, 29 days apart.  I lost my business when I went home to help with family issues.  That same year, I lost my husband to other women.   I dug in and tried so hard the past two years to get him back.  I just never have.   He has continued to look for something else in his online searches that I do not offer him.

I don't want to wear the facade right now.  Pretending to fit in and be normal. I don't feel anything like normal right now.  I don't know when I will, but for now, at least, I am giving myself permission to hurt, cry, and complain about what was taken from me that I counted on for so long.  I hurt.  Those feelings are real.  This time, I'm not going to stuff them!

Broken Dreams

Unpacking boxes today.
Putting things away in my beautiful new home.
A home that was the realization of both our dreams.
For years.

Unpacking boxes today.
Putting away the possessions that have made our house home.
For years.

Unpacking boxes today.
Alone.

We're not going to be able to work through the pain of the deception and infidelities.  It's too much for him to bear, he says.  To carry my pain is too heavy a load.  It can't be all about me, he said.  And yet, he won't quit.  He won't give up the sex sites, dating sites, porn, the infidelity.  That is too much for me to bear.  He won't quit lying -- which hurts so much.

It feels like me against him right now.  I don't like how that feels.  I don't like it because for so many years I gave in to his way.  I closed my eyes, looked away from my pain and kept trying to avoid divorce.  I'm not used to standing my ground or validating and honoring what is right and wrong for me.  I'm not used to it so I struggle now standing firm.

For so many years I hurt when he was gone.  The loneliness or longing for him crushed me.  Tonight the loneliness is there -- just different.  Tonight I'm sad that we are at this standoff with no way in site to break through to a better place.

Maybe I cannot hear his pain.  Maybe after so many years of lies and cheating I can't trust.  I have spent the last two years trying so hard to love him and look the other way.  Still every once in a while the wave of remembrance washed over me and consumed me.  I'd try to talk.  I'd try to share what the affairs and deception had done to me.  He wouldn't listen.  He blamed me for not forgiving him.  He accused me of never being able to get past it.  He shut down -- for days.

Today as I unpack the belongings that have made our house a home for so many years, I do so alone.  I know he's not moving back in.  I know he won't be here to celebrate the fast approaching holidays.  I know he's going to be alone.  The kids will be with me, food will be on our table, and even though I will be physically surrounded by loved ones, my heart will be heavy and hurting.  I'm pretty sure my mind will be wandering all over the past 25 years of holiday memories.  I'm pretty sure I'll be fighting the impulse to call -- or ignoring the phone if he calls.  I'm pretty sure I'm about to experience the first of  sad and lonely holidays.

Dreams are broken.  Prayers said over and over seem to be bouncing off heaven as the course of life takes a drastic shift for me.  There will still be many forced smiles and pretending.  Only this time, I'll pretend I'm well alone instead of well married.

Broken dreams hurt.

Calling a Spade -- a Spade -- Part 2

My story continues....

When I began to tell my story I got caught up in all my triggery places and ran.  Today I am stronger.  Today it is time for more truth.

For many years I have been a lost soul (I said that before, right? )  Then one day early this past year I found myself.  

And here I am:  http://vimeo.com/74534413

If you'd like to see more -- check out the rest of my story and that of some other very awesome women.  

As I work on telling my story I'll include more links and resources that I found valuable in my recovery.  As I said before, this is a story about me, not about him.  I learned long ago that if I wanted to fix something -- I had to fix me.   Sure, I tried it the other way for a long time.  That was much like banging my head against a brick wall.  It just hurt more and was anything but effective.  

When all of these issues began for me there wasn't a place to get help.  I spent years in confusion and pain.  Today there is help.  There are places you can go to find relief and shoulders to cry on.  There are 12-step programs,  Facebook groups, forums and therapists that understand betrayal trauma.  

There is no reason to live in my dark world anymore.