“You have to learn to get up from the table, when love is no longer being served”. Nina Simone
Ever have that feeling?
Well it’s not nice.
I have spent so long with one person, just to find years later that love didn’t live here any more.
Worse still, I began to question whether real love was there to start off with.
I looked so deep within myself, wanting to know when I lost my love for him, was it before or after that realisation? I felt gutted, wounded and let down, each recollection of those words being said and memories of actions that didn’t quite match, only served as another blow to already cheek.
Each time I reeled back from the shockwaves, as I delved deeper into my psyche. Realisation kicked in, in a big way, I had to face the fact that I had been blinded by choice. It was my choice, that all those niggles about our relationship, (or the things that I was unhappy with), had been pushed to one side. I had carried on regardless. Boldly bowing down to my vows as a married woman, for richer for poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health etc, etc.
More fool me, when it dawned on me that instead of being loved and cared for, I had been ruthlessly taken for granted, manipulated, used, abused and abandoned.
I guess I always knew that something wasn’t quite right, it all seemed one-sided – I was doing all the giving, and he was doing all the taking. But I had denied that fact to myself so long, that I almost didn’t believe it.
It was only when I started to look at the woman I had become, because of him, that the true damage became apparent… ‘I was running on empty’. I felt completely stripped down to the bone, naked of even flesh. I didn’t know who I was anymore.
I had been craving for the very things that he couldn’t or wouldn’t show or give to me. I was indeed empty. The ‘belief’ that he loved and appreciated me, had been based on the frequently used three words, that he used to keep me going. However, there were seldom any ‘facts or acts’ to support them, they were quite simply just empty words.
The more I thought about it, the more my own true feelings toward him emerged. In my heart I had nothing left for him, and I had no idea when those feelings had left me. But once again, I found myself in a very lonely place, it was hard justifying my reasons, to those who were also blinded by his charms.
Everything changed after that revelation.
I had woken up!
Finally I accepted that I wanted to start living ‘my’ life over again, but for ‘me’ this time.
Throughout all of this, I had blamed myself, I took on the responsibility, I think maybe because it was easier to deal with that way. After all had I not accepted and allowed his behaviour to continue? So it was also down to me to stop it.
But all I want right now, is to find my smile and be happy again, because it’s way overdue!
This was written a week before my Decree Absolute came through, unfortunately, I still had to spend another 6 months under the same roof as the waster I married! Sx J