The idea that my husband (we are not yet divorced--he won't pay for it and at first I insisted that he take care of it since he was the one who left. I have since realized that I am obviously going to need to get it over with and have almost saved up enough to file) has rented a home with another woman--planned this, picked a house, packed, unpacked all their things together and hung her pictures of she and her children--it's taking up all the space in my brain. My chest literally aches with the pain of a family destroyed. I know that many feel that I should just "move on". I can "move ahead" with life--I must. My kids need a mother that responds to life in a way that they can learn strength and hope from, not lashing out, or sleeping around, or wallowing forever in depression. A mother I can be.
But to "move on" and look for a man as if finding just that right person will bring all the love my heart longs for...well, I know that it just doesn't happen. I could wish it, but we all know that humans bring their own luggage and complicate life further. That is not what my kids need right now. In the meantime, my pain is so physical that I look for symptoms in the medical book. I know it is just heartbreak that causes my chest to feel as if it is caving in, but why do I feel so bereft? He held me in disdain for years being embarrassed of me, always thinking I was dumb or foolish. He even called me the other day and said that something I had told a neighbor was "making me look foolish". I LIKE me, I think I am pretty ok, an interesting, beautiful person ........why do I need to convince HIM that this is so? The idea that our children will never get to enjoy another Christmas with their family together, just day to day things, really, with all of us enriching each other's lives--and yet--he wouldn't take part in our lives ANYWAY......someone tell me....why does my heart break for something that apparently never was?
I lived each day the best I could, hoping (believing) that he would see that life filled with love and laughter is so rewarding. It was never enough. I want to deny that this has happened to me. I think I have denied that it was happening to me for many years. I just held on because I believed in my commitment--they aren't just words. They are a promise. I promised. And so did he. He broke his promise. And I am crushed that the family that I invested my blood and soul into, has been broken beyond repair. It has been left up to me to perservere as an example so that the kids will not see giving up as their only option. I won't quit. I have never hurt so profoundly.
I'm not a country music fan but I love Shania Twain.
It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing
Hope life's been good to you since you've been gone
I'm doin fine now--I've finally moved on
It's not that bad--I'm not that sad
I'm not suprised just how well I've survived
I'm over the worst and I feel so alive
I can't complain--I'm free again
CHORUS--(that I sing loud until tears spill....

And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So--I hold my breath --to forget
Thanks for listening, kiddos--hope no one is depressed on account of me!! I know I am not alone--there are many with similar stories. We could make this our therapeutic thread.....

