I feel very blue. My last post about 2 years on was 7 days ago and I still feel the same. It is something approaching divorce regret. I can't believe my feelings have been so deeply buried for so long it has been 2 years!!
And now I wake up to myself.
I grew up overseas and met my Scottish husband in the UK. I never planned to emigrate. I spent the first 10 years of my married life in wistful regret. My childhood, the family so far away, so many memories I couldn't share. How I envied those who could walk down the high street and bump into an old school friend.
But at least I had him.
We travelled, we saw the world we developed a new history together, and finally we had a baby. It was beautiful. Until it was unbearable. Living with a controlling, grumpy, depressed person wore my down. It was like having another child, nothing I did could make him happy.
Now I have another set of memories to keep to myself.
I write because I love to reflect. I have kept a diary since I was 14. What an irony that I should be forced for my entire adult life to live in the present, to live on the surface with a yearning for a deeper connection with my past.
I even miss my mother in law! There, I've said it.
Now I feel so removed from the things that I love and value (starting with my parents) that nothing bothers me. I am unable to connect with anything at a meaningful level. I just survive.
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Yes, I know those feelings you describe. I experienced them after two years as well. You will move on and things will get better. This is one of those unexpected setbacks that we all have, but from what I understand, emotionally and psychologically you are doing a lot of good work during this phase. As you transition from a married woman to a single woman, this phase is the hardest to endure. Just hang on.
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