Tuesday 7th June 2007
I Felt very positive today, after feeling very sad yesterday.
Rich and I had a big chat yesterday and I decided that Rich was as sad as I was for what we have lost. That he wants back what we have lost. That made me feel better, because I realised that Rich still treasures what we had.
He doesn’t’ believe that I will be able to do this (have him back). But I will try because I do believe that we have too much to throw away.
I told Rich that he had to have the courage of his convictions and fight for me if that is what he really wants. I have to say that saying all of it has helped, and Rich has made every effort.
When you know that someone loves you that much, is that sad for what they have done, what do you do? Throw it away? Look back in a years’ time and regret it?
But every now and again Rich having sex with ‘her’ creeps into my head, and it is like a wave coming over me.
Things are better, but I wonder if that will ever stop; and will I ever be able to say I am one hundred per cent happy, which I was before?
I am sure that is a question that has been asked over and over again “Why”
This is an important entry for me, because I had started to realise that what we had before was gone; it was ‘lost’ and we were never going to get that back; that I was able to have this conversation with Rich and had I realised that Rich still loved me and treasured what we had, was something that kept me there. But the enormity of what he could lose was starting to hit home to Rich.
I would continue to struggle with the fact that what we had was gone for a few months to come, and grieve for it for years to come. But Rich fought for what we had in the past for years to come; he would virtually drive himself insane trying to go backwards and find what was lost. Of course this was always going to be futile: not only because it was lost, but because I had moved on and therefore I was not in that place in the past anymore.
I have been asked by many people ‘When will we get back what we had before?’ You won’t! What you had has died, and that is why you are grieving. But if you can stop and listen amongst the madness, there may be some small things left from the fire that burned through your relationship, on which to build something new and only if you can understand that it will be new can you move forward into the future.
The other important part of this entry is that I told Rich (again) that he had to have the ‘courage of his convictions.’ He had bought us to where we were now and he was the one who had to do the work to make it right again, and make me want to stay.
To do that he had to face all of his fears and show me how sorry he was every day; and only then would we have any chance of survival.
The night before I wrote this entry Rich and I had been in the garden, I was watering the few flower pots that I had bothered to pot up in ‘The War’ and Rich was watching me with tears in his eyes. I remember wondering why? He was the person who had brought us to where we were, he had made all of the mistakes! I asked him what he was thinking and he just looked at me and said he was upset because he was so sorry; and that he could not understand why he had done this to me.
This was the start of me realising that Rich did not know his arse from his head any more than I did! I also started to understand and accept that we were both heart broken, albeit coming from different angles.
Rich had said that he doubted that I could ever be really happy with him again and I remember lying to him and saying that at that moment I only felt eighty per cent happy, in comparison to how I had felt before “The War”. In truth I was only at fifteen per cent happy (mainly because Rich had come home and I had time to get over the shock of the last few months; and that I now had the time to make my decision of whether to stay or leave); but as I stood looking at this man, who was just lost, I couldn’t hurt him and tell him that, despite how much he had hurt me.
Over the weeks since Rich had come back he had become clear that he did still love me; that all of his actions on his initial return had been nothing but bravado, a way of covering up his vulnerability.
But as I had grown stronger Rich, in some ways, had become weaker: his bravado lost when he realised exactly what was at risk – and at risk it still was, very much so. So he became a person who fluctuated from being so sorry all the time, a man who tried to show me how much he loved in whatever way he could; to a man who became agitated and defensive as I asked him the same questions over and over again. Only now, eleven years later, can I see that this was because he was afraid.
Sadly at that time no matter what Rich did it was never going to be enough; and I can say now that the fact that he never gave up, just taking every blow, is one of the main reasons that I am able to tell you our story today, sitting here in France, with him.
I knew that the love we still had was something that I had to believe in, as that was the one and only foundation brick on which to try and build a NEW relationship. As I said all those years ago:
‘When you know that someone loves you that much, is that sad for what they have done, what do you do? Throw it away?
Look back in a years’ time and regret it?’
Someone asked recently when will they ever be one hundred per cent happy again; and I responded that it is impossible to answer that question other than to say: when you finish grieving for what you have lost and start to build something new, whether it is with that person or without them.
I would urge everyone who is struggling to allow that time for grief, you cannot build on something new until you come to terms with the fact that what you had before has gone.
Just a tip: remember you have the here and now and try and see the small things that happen in your relationship, you will see as our story progresses I did..