With a long relationship comes more baggage, and how often do you really look inside those bags… you just keep dragging them along, and piling more inside, adding a bag here and there, it’s inevitable that all that baggage effects your relationship… and the bad baggage always outweighs the good stuff… you loose the good baggage sometimes, but that bad baggage always stays with you piling up. This weekend we went thru our bags again, not just the overnight one that we rummage thru regularly, but the big stuff, that’s been weighing us down for awhile…
For the past several months I’ve been thinking about how I wish I could go back in time, how I wish I could do things over… how I’m so upset about the way my adult life has turned out… how unhappy I am with myself, and who I’ve become. I have been taking on much of the blame myself, but I’ve also been blaming much of this on my husband (not out loud of course—but that little voice in my head) has been using him and our relationship as an excuse for my unhappiness.
I know and have expressed over and over again that our timing couldn’t have been worse… after all we met in college, just on the brink of actual adulthood, when we’d have to take care of things ourselves, right when our lives were becoming complicated anyway…. I always thought it would have been easier to do all that stuff with someone, over the past few months, on reflection I was feeling and telling myself that it would have been easier alone… that I could have done a better job without him, or with someone else. I feel guilt writing that, because I know it’s not true…
So after weeks and months of these pent up feelings, it all kinda came out… how disappointed I am with our lives, and how long it seems to be taking us to get somewhere, and when we do get there, it’s nothing like we expected and seems to be a more miserable place then before. I told him how I feel like I can’t be my true self, and how I’m tired…
- Tired of not being Real, hiding who I really am in order to appease him (I like stuffed animals and pink, I enjoy going to zoo’s—even if we’ve been there 10x before!)
- Tired of loosing arguments or just giving in (honestly this one stopped awhile ago, but now I’m tired of always arguing because I don’t give in all the time)
- Tired of all the waiting; to get good paying jobs, waiting to get engaged, waiting to get married, waiting to buy a house… waiting… (honestly, my patience is gone)
- Tired of feeling like we’re forever falling behind, not living up to everyone’s expectations, tired of not living up to his…
I told him I didn’t want to keep looking back and wishing I could do things over, that 5 years ago if I knew… I would have done things different… that after everything that has happened and how hard things have been, that I wouldn’t want in 10 years from now, from Saturday… for me to be saying “I wish I had left, I wish I had done something else, it wasn’t too late then but now,” I’m 10 years older, 10 years more unhappier… 10 years… more wasted!
He responded to my attacks with his own aggression, and disappointment, he expressed his frustrations about feeling trapped and oppressed. His tiredness of waiting, and feeling like things weren’t perfect enough, that I was never happy, and he just wished things could be simple.
He was surprisingly calm, working thru the solution to our problem (my problem) telling me he would move out, and I could move out, we could take a break be ourselves again, see what would happen… have a trial separation, or a divorce, after all it wasn’t like we hadn’t given this situation a try… there were no tears, no yelling! I felt a bit guilty, I thought this would have been harder also, something else to make me tired… I meant my words, I was tired, and frustrated, I hadn’t threatened to leave, making an empty promise, after all I was thinking that was what I wanted… what I had been planning for…
We sat there on the bed, both of us… not knowing what to do, how to make things better… (that was it we didn’t say much else)
I realized once he said it… that a separation wasn’t what I wanted, or needed… but that it was me, I don’t know who I am, I feel lost and frustrated, and I have no one to blame but myself.
I didn’t want to be with someone else, I don’t really want to start over (although I might if given the option) our lives have changed alot over the past 11 years, many things we have always depended on have disappeared, many of the things we enjoyed as youngsters are gone now. We are getting older, I am getting older, things change people grow up, and although I’ve said those words many times, I didn’t notice the little changes, until they hit me in the face! I never notice the details just the big picture… and while all the details were changing around me… it seems like everything happened all at once.