On the night before the expected most magical night of the year….I am sulking on the patio. I have no one to cry out to.
My best friend has enough on their plate and I’m not going to shit on their down time.
My only companion out here is a lone owl crying out for another. I hear ya buddy…I hear ya.
I’m falling back into bad habits and patterns of thinking. I’m doing “Divorce Math”….
It’s not so much about money, but what else I will have to sacrifice. What else do I have to let go of…
On the flip side, what am I gaining? Someone who will touch me, love me and not make me feel judged or that they “tolerate” me?
On social media, we are that perfect couple, in-sync, a creative team that could probably have their own HGTV show. She would be the serious planner and I the oldest man-child.
We said for better or for worse…is there any better? Who is at fault?
Does she love me…or the lifestyle and security I provide? Have we grown apart, or just sick of each other’s shit.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I’m wondering if this is the last one? I want to make it work until my last two are out on their own. This isn’t their fault. My mother didn’t care what would happen to her 15 year old son who was at that critical age in his life.
So I potentially have a 3-4 year plan.
Do we fix it, or grow even further apart?
The thought of letting it all go is part liberating and part horrifying.
She can make me the bad guy, and I would back that up. We can pretend for a whole year or two and just let it fade in public opinion.
Less pictures and odes to each other, less and less photos of each other together…
Facebook…watching relationships fall apart one post at a time.
…on this 12th day of Christmas..12 vultures circling.