It’s been a long 5 days. Probably the longest of my life. It feels that way when every step is truly going to effect the rest of my life. A few of our close mutual friends have… not been calling, let’s say. Their silence has been challenging. I know that it’s probably not easy – these friends all have daughters – to empathize with my ‘marital struggles’ when they see a man who has lost access to his child. Fair. It’s not an easy pill to swallow.
I spoke to a social worker today who said that with ‘guys like this’ who blame and rage, it truly takes the anguish of being away from their family to take responsibility.
And about me – she said I’m doing good, I’m doing good things for my family, but I need to stop worrying about whether he does this or that. Need to stop being co-dependant and that I should go to Al-Anon. (Funny how the alcohol piece is coming back into play again, as it is still part of the cycle, and a big part of the accepting vs. not accepting behaviour).
I did what I did because enough was enough. And even though the results have been really severe and harsh, I feel like anything short of this would have caused harm to our daughter. She can’t be at the other of end of his tirades, she can’t and she won’t be now – because I have protected her.
*deep breath* It’s what I’ve been trying to do for such a long time. Separate from the marriage, the love, the relationship.
Before the incident I had called my mother-in-law crying my face off, driving in the car, feeling suicidal because I felt I had no choice but to live with his abuse forever. I wanted to die. It blows my mind, but that’s exactly what it feels like being stuck to a psychologically, emotionally abusive man who is the father of your precious child. There is no where to run, no where to hide – and no way to stand up and say stop – well, almost no way.
Today my MIL sent me an email that said ‘to know you is to love you’ and told me I was not a ‘mamma bear’ but a ‘mamma swan’…. with a picture of a swan protecting her baby. Her ongoing faith in me is like medicine for the parts in me that have been cracked and need to heal. She knows me, she knows him, she knows that good could come of this and he had to stop raging.
There’s something about standing on one’s own two feet that is so new and so strange to me. Just standing.
Not running. Not orbitting. Not escaping. Just standing firm and tall.
I feel my own goodness inside, warm and familiar – I have missed it. This relationship was from day 1 an act of furious self-forgetting. I wanted this life he offered me, this new world where the real me was like a small crumb that could be cast aside in favour of a fabulous but faux romantic union. We were the couple to beat…. so in love.
But I’m back. And I’ve missed me. A lot! I kind of like me actually!
I have this strange faith today, growing with every hour – that karma and light and justice might show up for me if I show up for them.
I may walk this path alone, but I am ok. I am so much MORE OKAY now. And doing the right thing feels so damn good, if really, really hard… still so good.
Ok.. enough of this serious. I leave you with the defence I’m planning against all evils coming my way: