New normal

Now that the dust is settling from the demolition of my marriage, and my former life, it is time to move on. Time to go forward and figure out our new normal, if there will ever be such a thing. I have to believe that there will be eventually, and almost miraculously, it will feel seamless when it does happen.

I am finally coming into my own too, learning who I am, and feeling more secure in knowing that things in my life are somewhat within my control. I pay the bills, take care of the house and kids, get the groceries, etc. Pretty much what I was doing while I was married, honestly. The only difference is that I don’t have to wonder what mood the evening will bring when I hear the garage door open and footsteps coming through the mudroom at the end of each day.

And for that, I am relieved. Relaxed. And thankful.

My anxiety has diminished quite a bit, along with feelings of depression – could be the cocktail of “helpers” I am ingesting, but I’m not going to argue with whatever helps at this point.

Therapy has been a life saver, too. My only regret is that I didn’t begin it sooner.

My nails look better – for the first time in I can’t even begin to remember how many years, they don’t look like little animals have been chewing on them. My cuticles are smooth, my nails are growing. I have started getting manicures! The first and last time I had one before this year was the week before my wedding.

Do that math!

I smile more, laugh out loud and generally walk around with a sense of optimism and quiet excitement. I’m not bored, and I’m not stressed. I am not yelling at my kids, surprisingly. Plus, I am open to new experiences and challenges, new friends and adventures. Bring it on!

Who is this person??

It’s amazing to realize just how unhappy you were, and for how long, when you finally experience happiness…just by being you. Just by enjoying a life made with your own decisions, big and small. Sometimes even the tiniest decisions bring a certain giddy happiness because you made that decision completely on your own.

Like, what kind of pizza will I order? That’s how stupid and ridiculous it can be because you just weren’t able to do that without considering someone else, and the possible fallout or disappointment that would come from making a wrong decision.

Pizza toppings.

And more than that, it’s also kind of sad, realizing that you’ve been this deeply unhappy for so long and really didn’t know it. It was just normal everyday life, wasn’t it?

How can anyone live a life – for years – that is not true to their core self, in the name of love, just because someone who claims to love you doesn’t want you to? Or that same person can’t accept that thing (could be your laugh, your sense of humor, the way you brush your teeth, the friends you make, anything) about you, so you’ve learned to stuff it down or ignore it to keep your relationship going, and just thought that was the way love works? You have to sacrifice for love, right? Even if what you’re sacrificing is who you really are, your true self? And you are really the only one sacrificing anything to keep it going. Instead, shouldn’t that be a reason to walk away, to say ‘no thanks’ and move on?

That’s when therapy would have helped I suppose.

I was told by a close friend that one day soon I will wake up in my own bed, in my own  bedroom of my very own house, and feel a sense of peace. Pure joy. Just knowing that I have finally made it to the other side and lived to tell the tale. And I will be happy.

I am getting there a little bit each day, closer to that epiphany. And so are my kids. Our house is beginning to feel like “home”, there are fewer dramas and challenges for us all. Normal is coming our way soon, I can feel it.

And with each day I am still blown away by the fact that we are still standing, together. If nothing else, it has made us a stronger family unit, and more appreciative of each other, on some level. And possibly made us each take a long look at what is really, truly important to make us happy – it’s not a big house on a private street, with all of the bells and whistles, that you have to tiptoe around and never quite feel like it belongs to you, or that you belong in it for that matter. You are never quite home, because at the end of the day it’s not yours to decide, none of it really. It’s all parlor tricks and mind games.

We are making decisions as a family now, for the most part. Considering each other, working together, to find a new balance. To find our new normal.

I’m not saying that it’s all rainbows and butterflies…but it’s damn close.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “New normal

  1. “The only difference is that I don’t have to wonder what mood the evening will bring when I hear the garage door open and footsteps coming through the mudroom at the end of each day.” No one should have to feel anxious about their spouse. That’s not living. Was there a moment in time that you can identify when anxiousness took root?

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    • You’re right, it wasn’t living, at least not like a married couple who love each other. It was more like having your dad come home and finding all the things you did wrong – or didn’t do – each day.
      I can’t pinpoint the exact moment but I would have to say right after we had our first child and I was home all day. The balance changed and I lost something in the exchange, I became accountable for everything in the house and our lives. He began to treat me like an employee basically. And with each move, and each promotion, it got worse. I’m sure part of it was my own insecurity about staying home and needing to feel/look productive to begin with, but he fed that insecurity almost everyday.

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  2. ladyinthemountains says:

    OMG, I could have written this post three years ago. I also do not remember the moment that the tension got there for us but I do remember the day i drove up my driveway and it hit me that I wasn’t nervous to go into my house because I was nervous about his mood. For years I was always wondering what I was coming home to. What he was going to be upset about. I had not idea how unhappy I was until I was happy again. Now I do what I want, when I want. I am actually hesitant to get into a relationship again as I love my freedom to get the pizza I want.. 😉 I am back to being me. I am more confident than I ever have been in my life. I am proud of you for taking the steps day by day to recover fro your marriage and finding yourself again. I tell you, it only gets better. Keep it up.

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    • Thank you, and I’m so happy for you that you’re in that place of contentment that I am so looking forward to. I agree with the idea of being reluctant to get into another relationship. I am beginning to really embrace the freedom to just be me, the feeling of being able to breathe again, and I don’t know if I will ever be ready or willing to give it up for anyone. Thanks for the encouragement!

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