A. Is that dramatic enough for you?
B. I've never read that book, but I hear it's really depressing.
Never having gotten divorced before, I had ideas about this process that were not quite accurate. A year out from the suffering of living in the same house with a cheating spouse and hoping we might reconcile, life is better. And a year ago, I remember telling myself everyday, "by this time next year it will be better." Since then I've done a lot of pushups, run a lot of miles, written a lot of words, got my own place, went to divorce court, went on probably more actual dates than I've ever been on in my life. I don't wake up in the morning with a sense of dread. I don't feel like I'm going to puke. But my sadness, my sense that everything I thought was true has been upended, that I have been betrayed is only stronger. In that first survival stage, I didn't let myself feel all the emotions. Even now, I guess I could shut it down, but I have some instinctive sense that the only way for this experience to mean something is to let myself feel what I need to feel. And it sucks.
When I was first thinking about dating, everyone was somewhere on the spectrum between mildly encouraging and insistent that it was a good idea. I thought that it would feel like a healing process. And, in the first stage it was. There are, apparently, a lot of people who will date a middle aged lady. But, dating a little more seriously makes me realize how broken I feel. How distrusting of my own feelings, desires, and emotions. And it sucks.
But in better news LB and I are headed out with friends for our first-ever camping trip. I'll have to put together a tent, but what could go wrong, right? Two little girls are currently tearing up my torn up house, work is out of control, life is life. I was writing a letter the other day to someone I hate, a letter that was honest, but not kind. And then the lyrics to Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" got inexplicably stuck in my head. And it didn't make the words I needed to write in the letter any more kind, but I felt some of my anger dissipating with each word.