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The End of a Marriage

This is a continuation of this post.

I'll say this much for divorce, it makes for great blog fodder. There is something wrong about that, isn't there. Shouldn't there be some rule that says that being this connected is wrong. Isn't there some rule or law of silence about this. I am not really supposed to be able to communicate such intimate thoughts.

The pain of a broken heart isn't really something that you should be privy too, or maybe you should be. Maybe that is the point of all this. I act as the exhibitionist and you act as the voyeur. I pull aside the shades so that you can look inside the window and see just what is that I am doing.

And that is how you get the great image of "6'2 of stupid that is shtupping my wife, sleeping in my bed and enjoying the house that was the fruits of my labor."

Really, I should be more grown up about this than I am. I should be happy that he has taken the burden off of my hands, but that is not totally true either. The end of the relationship is a mixture of relief and sadness. It is a mixture of success and failure.

I try not to tell the girl friends about this feeling because every time I do they interpret it as a sign that I need a new woman. They read the last column and told me that they thought that it was brilliant and that I was dead on about how awful breaking up by email is. Apparently this sort of thing is far more prevalent than I realized.

Just my luck really. I was trying to portray myself as being bitter, cold and unfeeling and they took it as being sensitive. Or maybe they didn't. Maybe this is all part of the stupid plan that they and the daughter are trying to put into place. You know, the whole lost love deal.

Earlier this week the girl friends slipped it into conversation, how some people never forget walking down Coventry or chasing each other through grapevines. The whole gist of it was their female version of some romantic tale in which I contact that great lost love of mine and we suddenly find our way back to each other.

I must admit that I find a certain attraction to it. I have wondered what she is up to and where she is at. From time to time I have remembered things and wondered if she has too. But that could easily be me. After all I am the one who is in this position. I am sure that she is happy with her life. I am just a good memory relegated to the unimportant and irrelevant pile.

At least that is what I suspect, but I admit that part of me wonders if that is true. I also admit to relearning the finer points of being heartbroken. I hadn't ever planned on becoming reacquainted with it. I rather imagine that it is similar to a prisoner revisiting his cell.

You know all the corners intimately, but you never really want to step back inside, even if the door is open. Except in my case the door swung shut behind me.

The good news is that all of the crap that I left here is still here. Same books and toys on the shelves just waiting to be played with again. The bad news is that all of the crap that I left here the last time is still here. The questions and hard feelings and the sense of loneliness. The empty ache is back, an old friend that I didn't want to see again.

But the good news is that I know from experience that this isn't a life sentence. I'll bust out of this joint like I did the last time. Only this time around things will be different.

Of course I said that same thing last time, but this time it is true. This time it is going to be different because this time a million people will read about this in my column. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but we'll find out.

Stay tuned to this bat channel and assuming that the paper doesn't fire me or go under from a lack of advertising dollars and you'll find out what happens, or not.

Comments

Lady-Light said…
Interesting that you are posing the question of 'letting it all hang out publicly or not' - on your blog; my Hubby just lambasted me for posting "personal stuff" over time about our family that he didn't want up there for a million readers to see (but since I don't have a million readers like you, one would think, no problemo, right?!

Personally, when one has what is essentially a "personal blog," what else does one write about?! Sometimes, we really need to express our take on life and look for feedback.

What we write does have an effect on others, however; perhaps we have to weigh the consequences and respect their sensibilities.
Becky said…
Great post- sad though. Divorce is brutal. I have been contemplating divorce, for reasons that I won't mention, and have mixed emotions about it. One minute I feel excited and pumped about the freedom I will have, the next I feel sad about the loss of it all. Not sure yet what I will decide. I do have to say though that I am preparing myself... I recently picked up a book titled, "Divorce Mediation from the Inside Out" by Ora Schwartzberg, which I have found to be rather helpful. It gives great pointers on how to have a low cost, hassle free divorce.

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