Thoughts on my 20th Wedding Anniversary…
Sitting on my bed. Pondering what the hell I’m doing with my
life. Sifting through a plethora of self-help books mingled with my favorite
Kahlil Gibran writings.
I can’t help but replay the choices in my life that have led me to this very moment.
Today is July 10, 2024.
20 years ago, I was marrying the father of my out-of-wedlock, unexpected & unplanned baby. We had known each other a total of 6 months. By month 4 we found out I was pregnant, and a wedding was quickly planned by the families.
20 years, five kids, too many animals to list, and several
houses later… here I sit. Alone. Without my husband on our anniversary. The
divorce is not final. It hasn’t even started. But we’ve been “separated” for
one year.
14 months ago, I had an affair. It was passionate. It felt
like magic. It swept me away. It was brief. And it ruined my life. But something
awoke inside me that I could barely recall feeling only once before a very long
time ago. Just 18 years old. First love. First sex. Falling. Floating. Then in
an instant, he was gone…. never to be seen again. This would haunt me for quite
some time. And here I was at 40 and it felt exactly the same. The feelings came
flooding back. I had buried them for so long. But there they were. So fresh and
alive. I felt like I was a young girl all over again. It was exhilarating. It
was childish. It was a mistake. But it was also a blessing. Perhaps. In a way. It
showed me I could feel things again.
4 years ago, my husband told me he loved another woman.
Nothing had happened between them physically. But he had created an emotional
connection with her. And one day, after a couple months of intense and sudden
arguments that often ended with him screaming and releasing what seemed like a
lifetime of repressed aggression, he just told me. Just so plainly and calmly.
“Sophia, I love…. (insert name here) …” He
didn’t even tell me he didn’t love me anymore. Just that he also loved
her. I was speechless. My guts were torn open. I got up and ran. I physically
started running away from him down a gravel path. I fell to the ground. The air
was stolen from me. I gasped and wailed and threw up. Then I got back up, and
with tear-filled eyes, I kept running.
I didn’t recover from that. Even as I sit here tonight, I
still feel that intense pain in my chest. After that revelation… I still loved
him. I just hated him too.
My heart hurts tonight. A deep ache.
I also feel an abundance of sorrow for the pain I caused him
& my children through my choices. I know I can’t undo any of it. And I’m
sorry.
I am alone.
In this moment I feel unwanted, unlovable, undesirable, and
lonely.
As I mourn the loss of my marriage and simultaneously long
to cling to a man that I love but cannot keep, I know what I have to do.
Sleep.
Wake up.
And CHOOSE to be alone.
I choose myself.
I choose my kids.
I choose to keep loving …
ME.