Posted 7/2/2009 12:53 AM (GMT 0)
Hi Mythoughts, I’m back again, after a quick hike around the back forty and a homemade veggie pizza loaded with hot peppers (yum!). Thanks for your wishes….I’m sure I’ll be on the mend soon! I hope you are resting and feeling relaxed. I know the quiet moments can be tough, and I know the day will come when you will have some quiet times that are peaceful, happy, and restorative. I promised you the other day that I would share some things with you about my history with depression, so I thought it might be a good time to do that, since I’ll be working a lot over the next few days. I’ll give you the low down on the marriage separation, since that was probably one of the lowest points of my life in recent years. I hope this will not bring you down, but rather show you that it is possible to move forward when you feel like it’s the end. I might have to break this up into two posts, so please bear with me... Well.....things started off very well with us, as they so often do. My ex-husband was wonderful to me during the years that we dated. We spent a lot of time talking about marriage, the children, finances….all the things you do to prepare for a life together. We bought a house on the other side of the border, closer to where his children were living with their mother, so that they could spend a few days a week with us (instead of alternate weekends) and have a better relationship with their father. I really believed we had the same sense of values and the same expectations about our relationship, and I felt in my heart that we loved each other very deeply. He had a history of domestic abuse, which I had no idea about , of course, and once we were married, it was only a matter of time before we had our first ‘incident’. After threatening to leave him, we tried seeing a marriage counselor over a period of a couple of years, but through all that time, my ex was unable to acknowledge his anger, and eventually he went into a rage with our counselor, so that was the end of that. I finally saw at that point that things were never going to change…..I’d kept up hope, and tried everything I could to make it work, for far longer than I should have, but it was futile. My ex-husband had brutal, unpredictable rages, which were always followed by periods of great affection, gift-giving and attentiveness, and I never knew which man I’d be dealing with when he came home from work. I lived with fear and anxiety every day, even during the ‘good times’ and I was devastated that the man I loved so deeply didn’t want to change his violent behaviour , even though he knew how badly he was hurting me. My life was becoming smaller and more restrictive, too, as my ex started monitoring me more closely, and limiting my time and contact with others. I was starting to have a physical and mental breakdown, and I knew I had to get out. I spent my days while he was at the office planning my departure: making private arrangements for mail, banking, legal advice, and moving assistance. I also had to get a separate cell phone to receive calls from my lawyer, etc. because it was not unlike my ex to examine the phone bills and review our voice mail messages throughout the day. The time came when he decided to go out of state to a conference, and I knew this was my chance to get out. Once I knew he had checked into his hotel, I got on the phone and got the movers there, and we cleaned out my portion of the household goods, closed my p.o. box, emptied my private bank account, cut off my cell phone, packed up my pets and an overnight bag, and left…all within about 8 hours. I’ve never been back since. ……..con’td……..