I've had a nearly impossible time motivating myself to start a journal. It's not a lack of things I need to say - more like too much to say; too much swirling around in my head to get it all onto the page in a coherent manner.
But I have to start somewhere and it was a song that prompted me to finally dive in and begin. Janis Joplin singing "Piece of My Heart" popped up on the radio while driving home today. I haven't heard that song in years, but it amazed me how much it encompasses how I've sometimes felt at times over the years.
Come on, come on, come on...
Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man, well yeah,
An' didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?
Honey, you know I did!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough,
But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.
I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby, (break a..)
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah. (have a..)
Hey! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah.
You know you got it if it makes you feel good,
Oh yes indeed.
You're out on the streets looking good, and baby,
Deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right,
Never never never never never never never hear me when I cry at night.
Baby, I cry all the time!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again.
I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby. (break a..)
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, (come on…)
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah.
Well, You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good
I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby. (break a…)
Break another little bit of my heart, darling, yeah. (have a)
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it (waaaaahhh)
Take a…Take another little piece of my heart now, baby. (break a…)
Break another little bit of my heart, and darling, yeah yeah (have a)
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good
I've questioned myself, time and again, why I have chosen to stay in my marriage. Later this month will mark the 25th anniversary of our first date. PA has been the third party in our relationship throughout. Of course, I had no idea the extent of his issues with P in the earlier years. It's been a long and exhausting journey from discovery to discovery. Eventually I knew it had entered his life as a young child and, I believe, played a critical role in who he grew up to be and the choices he has made in his life. He became a person of secrets...a closed book, often fiction.
About 5 years ago we had the biggest blow up of our entire relationship. Things came out that I had never imagined possible and it made me question virtually everything about "us". For quite a while I felt like I didn't even know him. He even looked different to me. Sometimes I would startle when I caught him out of the corner of my eye, like a stranger had slipped into my living room.
I wanted to believe that was the turning point for us, but the changes and motivation he showed faded quickly. A few changes were permanent, but not nearly enough and we both slipped into old habits. Him back to deception, avoidance, and an I don't give a damn attitude and me back to my default mode of angry and resentful on the outside and deep sadness and loneliness on the inside.
The latest discovery was November 10, 2010. But this time was different...I was different. My strongest motivating factor for staying was about to shift. Our daughter heads off to college this fall. I told my husband I was moving out after we got her settled in. And while I had threatened to leave before, this time he knew I was serious. I had a plan, a reason, a place to move to, and much of my angry verbal attacks were replaced with deeply sad words and many tears. It felt like the battle was ending and I'd lost.
So I guess we have finally joined what I often see referred to around here as the "relapse is not an option" club. We both know this is it. Thus far, my husband has chosen recovery. He has done amazingly well with phase 1. It's even more remarkable because he also gave up smoking a few months prior to all this and has succeeded at that as well! Phase 2 of recovery has been a little more stop and start and what I find most frustrating. But there has been more forward motion than backward, so I have hope. It sounds naive after so many years of this mess, but it genuinely feels different this time. Maybe it was the perfect storm of factors - age, timing, knowing I will leave this time...me finding TTF!
I told my husband last November that I felt like a vase that keeps getting broken. The first time, maybe it breaks into a couple of big pieces and you're able to glue it back together again. But with each subsequent break, it gets more difficult to piece back together. The cracks are more and more noticeable and eventually some tiny fragments are lost forever and leave little cracks and holes. I will never be the same after everything that has happened in our marriage. His PA has changed who I am and has taken things from me, our daughter, our marriage, and from him that I still mourn. But I am still hopeful (some may call it delusional, lol) that he will not allow PA to break me and and our relationship again.
I'm not seeking promises, I'm observing actions...time will tell.
































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