Writing can be therapy, Dave
by
GhassanG
07/02/2008, 5:25 PM #
I can't say how many times I've shed tears over the loss. But I only cried once. Does that make sense?
And I don't know why anymore. Is it that I loved her and her faults? I grew to love her that completely. It hadn't been too hard for me to use my imagination to relive the freshness of what I'd believed was our love. Nobody is perfect though. So we grew apart. I felt it and wanted to talk about it. I didn't know what was going on, but I hadn't doubted her love. She used to convey the opposite of what she'd more recently shared. Sometimes I feel that I'd lived an illusion for ten years.
It might have taken a little nudging, but I felt strongly the marriage was over months before it was over.
The now increasingly fewer pangs of jealousy had at one time felt emasculating. True to form, I'd bounced from one extreme emotion to another. It must have lasted a month or so. And all the while she was becoming more distant. I'd first separated myself physically from her before I'd divorced her from my eyes and ears. Avoiding her image, her sight, and her voice. Our relationship wound down to email. My soul ached, as I mourned her - the woman I'd grown to love completely over ten years. Then I realized how much I missed my friend, as I'd not stopped being her friend. And my soul ached from feeling so completely betrayed.
Next came the anxiety. Whom had I really known in this great American city? My 18 year old daughter is carving a life for herself. My friends, companions, and colleagues were mostly married. Besides, it was my life that had changed so completely. Angwoli, ironically, was one of the first to become involved in what was happening and, surprisingly, in a very positive way. Coming to terms with the anxiety I'd once felt suffocating me, I remembered that I'd felt this abandonment before. Many times. I'm well practiced in experiencing a virtual death and rebirth, from one country to another - abandoned from a past and into a foreign future - I think it becomes more painful with time. At least, that's how I feel about it. It helped to rationalize that I was holding on to the memory of what I'd thought was our love in fear of the abandonment I'd felt in childhood. Yes, I then shed more tears and felt a little purged.
The financial and legal paperwork came almost a week ago. She thinks the entire process was too fast and her head is spinning, at least that was what she shared with my daughter. I think she should know I will not let her manipulate me through my love for her ... anymore.
But I haven't yet completely divorced her from my heart and mind. I think single women I've recently befriended have felt that. I guess I'll know when the healing is completely over and, hopefully, I will truly become a complete fool in love again.