Entry FiveA Story by DiscombobulatedOctober 12, 2010 – 12:58pmI’m angry right
now. I’m very frustrated on top of
that. The frustration comes from the
fact that I have no freaking idea where I am with my wife right now. Limbo is worse in many cases than Heaven or
Hell. At least in Hell you know what’s
in store for you for eternity, but Limbo is like a waiting room with the
eternal torment of vague circumstances. She had a meeting
with Patty, and I wanted to hear about it.
So without a ton of details she let me know what happened and how things
were going. With that information, I
wanted to know how the last four days have been for her while I expressed my
concerns about the distractions keeping us from delving into potential
progress. She really had no update, and
that is was all status quo. She admitted
having some good moments, but overall she’s not allowing herself to be bogged
down with the situation so she can get her other priorities handled. I completely understand where she’s coming
from, but I have to honest in saying I f*****g hate the lack of any sort of
update. I feel like after the last few
days there should be a shift for the better, but again there are two people involved
and both are in very different places. I
understand that this isn’t moving fast enough for me, and that adds to my
frustration. But when I have a very
emotional moment where I truly fear I will lose my wife, and she jokes that maybe
I’ll find another “gamer”…it makes we want to punch a hole in my wall. To think that she’s
actually joking about me being with another woman is so infuriating I can
hardly see straight. The last thing I
would ever want is to be with another woman, and she’s quipping about it and
laughing while I’m in tears. It was so
hard to even function after this I had to really try and collect myself. The silver lining here is that she was joking
and having fun, which I love about her.
But her timing was worse than terrible. I really want all
this s**t to be over. I know it’s rather
cliché, but I feel like this is a nightmare I just cannot wake up from. My life just came to a halt all of a sudden
and there was nothing I could do about it.
I’m just feeling so damn helpless and it feels like she won’t let me
do anything to help her. She wants
someone to take care of her, but she won’t let me do it. She wants someone to WANT to do things with
her, but she won’t allow me inside her walls to actually do those things. Even if we did at this point, I’m not sure it
would make one ounce of difference anyway, which is an entirely different sort
of pain. I can’t stop
thinking about all this right now and work is just impossible to focus on. I’m obsessed with this situation and if we
are even making any progress. We are
going to a fund raiser tonight with my Dad, and quite honestly I really don’t
want to do it because I really feel like I’m being led on. I’m being set up for an inevitable failure of
a marriage and it’s just being dragged out because of all the distractions she
has and the false hope I have. It’s sort
of like I’m being told to go to Hell while enjoying the trip. We have these great date nights, laughing and
being with each other; it all feels so healthy and productive. Then we’ll have moments where I’m pissing her
off just because I’m in her area. I wish
I could help her deal with the fact that I just want to make up for lost time
not helping her. I also wish that out of
all of the things she wants, I wish she wanted me. I just don’t feel that from her…and in those
moments, it destroys my hope and my spirit.
I really hate this. I wish there
was something I could do to lift her up and show her how she makes me feel and
that I’ll do anything for her now that I’ve seen my mistakes. Mistakes that partially put us in this
mess. But she has to let me in, and I
have no idea if that will ever happen again. © 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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