ImageDon’t poke the hornet’s nest, you might get stung. That’s what I keep thinking even though I like the sting because I keep poking and coming back for more.

Husband is on He’s on there right now. The perky green letters say “Online now!” on his carefully crafted, built on a web of lies profile.

They might as well say, “Tearing your heart out now!”

We are legally separated, it’s true.

I initiated legal separation six months ago to protect my most precious assets after I discovered he was abusing dangerous drugs. I got the kids, the house, the bank account.

I didn’t want to abandon him, but I didn’t want him to snort our mortgage payment or crash the car with our children buckled into their restraints, either.

I have not divorced him. I’ve thought about it, I’ve learned the steps it will take to finalize it from my lawyer, and I’ve talked about it. I’ve written about it, too, and listened to what others are saying. But I haven’t gone there yet, because, well… I still love him. His children are mine. I tried my ring on last week, and it fits.

I want him to get better and I keep hoping that if I wait a little longer he will see the light.

I’ve let go in a million ways but there’s a little piece of my heart reserved just for him.

We had lunch yesterday and were able to have the most civil conversation we’ve had in a year. I spoke from a place of love and compassion; there was no anger or resentment in my seat at the table.

That was huge progress for me.

I also went to my first AA meeting yesterday, on the advice of my sponsor, and it was eye-opening.

Lunch was good. He lied, of course, but I cheerfully told him I didn’t believe him, and that I have compassion for him.

He mumbled about not making it to many meetings. I didn’t say anything.

He expressed frustration at not being able to see the kids unsupervised. I patiently reviewed our agreement with him, and didn’t back down. I was able to say, “I wish things weren’t like this, but they are.”

I left feeling that maybe, since we’re finally listening to each other, things might be different.

But now he’s trolling, and I hate myself a little for daring to hope.


4 thoughts on “

  1. Pingback: Dirty Sheets | Broken American Dream Diaries

  2. Pingback: Powerlessness in Co-Parenting | Broken American Dream Diaries

  3. Pingback: 7 Signs of a Needy Boyfriend | Broken American Dream Diaries

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s