I’ve been married for over 3 decades. That has to be worthy of something. People have divorced for less trivial things.
Some days I can’t live without her. Other days I’m doing “Divorce Math”….what would happen, where would I go, what would I do?
I’m starting to think this is normal in a way. Kind of a sanity check. Maybe it’s because of my abandonment issues from my mother. (Long weird story). Or the sense from family members dying too young….or being ripped away from my childhood home to move South for my parent’s health…
Note: I reconciled with my mother years before her death.
Mostly.
I’m probably still married for several reasons, actual Love. Actually adhering to the “For Better or for worse” oath taken at the Altar.
For stability I never had in my pre-married life. To prove those who said it would never last wrong. Stubbornness.
Like two orbiting celestial bodies, we tug and repel, influence our trajectories. Sometimes almost colliding, or shearing out into the darkness alone. We eclipse each other at times. But always staying in that delicate dance together.
The space is a vacuum at times. A cold and dark void. I can see her, feel her presence and pull all the time.
This too has to be normal. Maybe that’s the secret. We give some space to breath and reset. To encourage personal growth or focus on something we have a passion for.
The space between us in an invisible DMZ, a non-verbal truce when needed. An armistice to prevent escalation.
If she is thinking the same thoughts or decides to cast off into her own path someday, I may or may not be shocked.
But, I would be lonely and wither in the vast emptiness.
…for better or for worse.