I’ve had some fairly dark thoughts lately. This one, for a change, is fairly concise.
There are stages of parting from a spouse, all with degrees of sadness attached.
The first is the realization that you will not, in spite of your feelings for your spouse, be able to live with her and grow old.
The second comes when you realize that no amount of effort will permit you to interact with her with any intimacy or frequency and have the interactions be positive.
Third comes with special sadness; not only will you not live together, you will not love and cherish her any longer.
Fourth comes when you can’t even like her.
This week I discovered the next level, at which you turn her into the authorities for being a poor, insufficient excuse for a human being and mother, and realize that she isn’t the mother of your children, merely their carrier.
Just want to point out what you already know – these are not required stages for every parting. They just happen to be stages you had to go through with this parting. And, bleh, it’s very sad that you had to do that.
Yes, specific to this one, not generally required for all. Sorry; I was in a ugly, snarling mood yesterday, and had to puke up the bile or be dissolved in it.