One year later

It's been a year, give or take a few weeks. I've found myself looking back a lot these past few days, as if I want to reach back one year, and shake me and say WAKE UP! IT'S ALL ABOUT TO FALL APART. DO SOMETHING. I knew, of course. I tried to deny it, but the fear was there. An icy fist around my heart, clenching and squeezing every time something happened that I knew in my soul shouted THIS IS THE END. Small, seemingly insignificant things that hit me with a huge hollow thud of dread, eventually leading up to the conversation when my tidy world collapsed in on itself and I was left choking in the dark and the dust and wondering how to find my way out of a broken marriage, and a broken life.

A year later. It feels like I have lived a thousand lifetimes in the past 350-odd days. We've moved house. I had an accident and bought a new car. We went on holidays, just Immy and I, and had our first Christmas and Immy's first birthday as not-a-family. I fell down over and over, and got up again over and over. I made a million mistakes, did things, and said things that make me cringe to think of them now. But I try not to be too hard on myself, because all I can really say today is this: I've learned. I've learned how to let go of any notion of control over my life, and its outcomes. I've learned how to be present, no matter how sweet or how bitter a moment. I've learned that my soul finds peace, and healing, in stillness. I've learned that a friend willing to come over at a moment's notice to be with me on a hopeless, endless night, is an unimaginable gift. I've learned that I am so so lucky to have this beautiful girl, and that no matter what I will always be her mama.  I've learned that my story is mine, as imperfect as it may be. I've learned that this doesn't make me a failure, or a bad person. Just that sometimes things don't work out the way we planned, and that our choices lie only in how to move forward. I'm sadder, yes. But wiser too, I think. Different. And now I think I've finally learned that it's okay to be different, to be changed and shaped and curled around something that pushed me to the limits of what I thought I could endure.

We are not divorced. We are trying to figure out a way forward. I'm proud of us both for not giving up.To say it's been hard is an understatement. It may not work. Everything is tentative, uncertain. We don't know how or where it will end, but it's not the end yet. What I do know is this: having stared down this monster means I'm no longer afraid. Not of endings, and not of beginnings.

Besides. I like to think that the empty places in me are just waiting for something beautiful to grow.


Melanie said…
Proud of you! I know it has been difficult, but you kept moving forward. xx