Entry OneA Story by DiscombobulatedOctober 7, 2010 – 5:27pmI’m very confused right now. I
have many moments of hope, and maybe those are self-induced, and then I hear
words that make my soul collapse into a heap of writhing agony. I hear words of caring for me and about me,
but they are followed up with words of utter callousness and distance. My stomach is knotted up and eating isn’t a
pleasant thought most of the time lately.
I just want all of this to end in a whirlwind of some kind. I want to scream as loud as I can that I am
the man she needs and longs for. That I
can be the one to bring fire back to her soul.
That I can change, and even though I haven’t in the past this is
completely different. I’ve never been to
this dark place where I sit right now. I
see nothing, hear nothing, and feel nothing but pain right now. She is the submerged treasure underwater and
I’ve just run out of air and have to re-surface. But I keep going back for another dive, and
the endings are all the same…just missing and having to turn back and start
over. But I will keep diving. I will
keep fighting for what I know can be a truly amazing connection between two
people who, at one time, held an unbreakable bond of love and passion and
trust. But it is an uphill and treacherous climb filled with obstacles bent on
getting between the glorious peak of true satisfaction and myself at the base
of the mountain covered in a cold mist of fog. I’m tired. I’m very tired of
this fog. Why can’t the sun show
itself? I need some warmth, and I need
to see something besides the gray blanket that covers everything around
me. All of the colors are muted and
dull, when just a month ago I saw vibrant and radiant hues. I realize that this fog will lift, but not
knowing when is the hardest part. And
knowing that I’m not the only one that can lift this fog, but must rely on
another to help, it is difficult. I
cannot control the outcome on my own because this situation is like a
see-saw. It takes two people to make it
work. And right now, I’m the only one on
the playground. In this f*****g fog,
cold and wet. I just need to see some
colors. Just for a little while. © 2010 Discombobulated |
StatsAuthorDiscombobulatedCAAboutMy wife and I are going through a brutal period where she is on the precipice of leaving me. I am merely writing a journal to get my emotions out without bogging her down with all of them. We discus.. more..Writing
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