It’s been a Pinterest sort of day. There are a LOT of quotes about how strength is realized after having been through something.
Some people get months and years to go from D-Day to divorce, I had 60…. days — not months, not years. Some days, I’m tired of pretending to be stronger than I really am. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t think about M, that I don’t think back to the past eleven years of my life. And some days, I’m in a good place, thankful for the strength that has shown itself in the past two months. Thankful for the strength that has been willingly given to me by my friends & family.
But now it’s a different kind of strength I seek. I seek one day for the strength to stop counting days since D-day, days since M left, days since the divorce was final. I also wish that I had the strength to stop replaying the image of M & her in my mind … images of her attending church with us, images of her having lunch with us… truth be told, I imagine it was more like me as the third wheel to them. I still have a physical reaction thinking about them “together.”
I seek the strength to admit that in the midst of my marriage, I ceased to exist and I seek the strength to forgive myself for letting that happen. Recently someone told me that I need to take care of myself like I was taking care of a child. I don’t have children, but the concept was not lost on me. I would never let a child go to school without breakfast, I would make sure they were bathed, and had clean clothes and that they had good, healthful food. I would make sure their physical, emotional, mental, spiritual needs were met, I would speak kindness to them, encourage them, etc. I started crying as she was saying this because I have realized that in the midst of the past eleven years, I was so busy dealing with everyone and everything else that I forgot to think about taking care of me.
With that in mind, I’m going to resolve to let go of the thoughts that rob me of my strength and to be Ok with the fact that I can’t do anything to change the past but I can control today. And I’m going to “act” as if I’ve got the strength I seek is already in me so that one day I will wake up and realize I haven’t added just one more day to my countdown calendar but that I’ve added one more day to MY life.
2 thoughts on “Strength”
A dear, dear friend used to say to me: “be gentle to yourself, kiddo.” No matter what we were discussing – happy, sad, good news, bad news – he would always say that to me just before our conversation ended. When I’m mentally flogging myself for personal shortcomings (both real and imagined), I remember that statement. I believe in leading by example. If I am unkind to me, how can I expect anything else from anyone else?
Despite all that … it’s only been a short time. You had an 11 year marriage; give yourself time to grieve your loss and to mourn your marriage. This is not a race, there are no timelines posted that say you’re falling behind.
thank you… I guess I just feel that because I’ve always just done what needed to be done, that by now, I should be “done” doing what needs to be done… specifically, getting over this. Your point is well taken and appreciated 🙂