One Second at a Time

People wonder why I would post about my husband and my separation on such a public forum.  Well, it’s pretty simple.  I’m not a private person.  I never have been.  We’ve always had the little bumps and bruises through our sixteen years together, but when we first started having major troubles, I searched high and low for a blog or book of someone who had gone through what I was going through.  And I didn’t find anything.  All I found was divorce logistics and horror stories from ex-wives.  That doesn’t help me in the slightest.  I need hope.  I need comfort.  I need honesty.

So I decided to write what I need.  I need someone to tell me what it feels like to live with such uncertainty, fear, and hope, all wrapped up in one.  I need someone to tell me it’s going to be ok.  That the Lord will take care of me and my children.  I need someone to tell me that the Atonement of Jesus Christ is real and I am not stupid for not giving up on my marriage.  Writing helps me clear my head.  And since I’m literally in the business of strengthening families, lifting and supporting women, and showing the power of vulnerability, it seemed rather obvious that I would write about my experiences.

Since I’m also not out to alienate my husband, I did ask his permission before writing my first post.  He didn’t hesitate in giving it.

Matt and I must be the strangest separated couple in the history of the world.  This morning I helped him pack up his stuff from a friend’s house to move somewhere else he can stay for longer than a few days.  We held hands and walked around Jersey City, alternately talking about custody options and division of assets, and where we want to live together when we are old and grey and the kids are far from home.

We still like each other.  We enjoy each other’s company.  We’re still friends.  We still joke around with each other and quote our favorite movies.  We’re still really nice people.  But there is this thing between us now.  An uncertainty.

I haven’t been sleeping or eating well.  I’ve lost nearly 20 pounds in the last two months.

My kids are crazy.  They are sad, confused, and out of control.  And I just don’t have the bandwidth to handle it.  So when Lucy starts complaining about Jack calling her “Lucille”, I roll my eyes, cry, and say, “that is the last thing I care about right now.”

I need to have more compassion for her.  I know she’s suffering, too.  We all are.

Spencer keeps asking Matt if he’ll be living back home by his birthday.  I can see Matt’s pain when he says, “probably not”.

A friend came over today and I broke down.  I feel an uncontrollable need to chuck at least half of our stuff.  I feel the walls closing in around me and I can no longer handle piles of magazines, and too many cups in the cupboard.  Furniture that I used to like, I now want out of my sight.  It’s just taking up unnecessary space.  I need my house to feel safe and not like it’s eating me alive.

I decided to try and be productive today, so I cleaned the bathroom.  It felt nice to have something to do and to get something needful done.  I wanted to move onto another room, but I couldn’t.  I walk into my bedroom and see a pile of Matt’s bike magazines on his dresser, along with a jar full of his favorite chocolate, a mess on his night stand, and a pile of his clean clothes at the foot of the bed.  What am I supposed to do with this?  How can I clean my house?  I can’t get rid of his stuff, but some of it doesn’t exactly have an “away”.  The thought of packing it up makes me hyperventilate.  If I pack up his stuff, it’s that much easier for him to leave forever.

The bathroom was easy.  In the bathroom, I didn’t have to make any decisions.  All I had to do was clean.

I’m still fighting.  But it’s getting harder every day.  The little things hurt the most.  Things like, asking him to do his own laundry when he comes by to visit us.  Or not following him into our room when he’s about to take a shower.  I haven’t kissed him in five days.  And it’s so hard. We still hold hands, but it’s always awkward at first.  Tentative.

This morning he gave me a hug after he walked me to my car.  And I started to cry.  He asked me why I cry every time he hugs me.  I told him it was because every time, I’m scared it will be the last time.

But I know my Savior will not leave me comfortless.

 

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  1. I am so sorry to hear about this huge problem that you are facing. I haven’t read your blog for a while. having a bit of time between scheduled activities I pulled up some of the blogs that I read every once and a while.and felt so said to hear about the problems in your marriage. marriage is a temperamental delicate thing. but with a lot of effort from both of the partners its worth fighting for. as hard as it is now, divorce is harder.. I have been closely involved with family facing the same choices for possibly the same issues or worse.. the atonement is for forgiveness, forgiving, and comfort. you still like each other, and enjoy being together that makes it so much more likely that you can work it out with the help of an LDS therapist who understands the whole picture.
    and a bishop who loves you and can give you counsel with the guidance the lord gives him with his calling. He has a connection through the spirit to see possibilities that might seem hopeless to those going through the heart ache. you fell in love before. it can be rekindled with time and hard work. you won’t ever be the same person after this experience you will be a stronger more understandin, compassionate, spiritual person. Ive seen it happen. If he is willing to fight for his marriage and work with the bishop and a councilor, and listen to their guidance anything is possible. and he will figure out what is most important. and he can make changes as well. life is hard, the advisory is very real, he is the one who is so happy about you predicament. Christ wants us to succeed and find the happiness that is possible because of the sacrafice he gave to us. I have a strong testimony of these things. I don’t know all the specifics involved in your seperation so I cant make specific suggestions but a counseler and a bishop can. He can give you and Matt a priesthood blessin when you have really hard days. Don’t give up until after you have done all that you can, how ever long that might be, then the atonement can help you regardless of the ending..
    I am here if you need to talk. You will both be in our prayers.

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