We always have a pretty easy camaraderie when we talk. We tend to fall back into that friendship pattern. I'm always mad at myself afterwards, lol. It's really rather silly. I have no reason to be mad at myself. It's that easy camaraderie that makes it easy on my kids. They deserve parents who can get along with one another.
But still, I always tell myself "After all he did that hurt you, how can you talk with him easy like that?" Like I'm betraying myself in some way. It's so silly, really.
We spent many many good years with our spouses. They are the father of our children.
Is there any reason not to be at ease when we speak to them? We can face the "fear" within...they hurt us terribly and so maybe we think they could still hurt us...or they don't deserve to be treated in any compassionate way.
How do we want to live? In our hearts, is it ok to accept what was and what is but still understand that this is a human being, a very messed up broken human being.
When I look at his "crisis" and his continuing "strangeness", I can let go of what he did to me and our daughter, and sadly feel compassion for what he did to himself.
I am one of the few on HS who has regular contact with my spouse and I'll say it again...because I wanted to be strong enough and healed enough that his existence does not shake me. I have taken care of him when he's had surgery's...where are all the "others" and he is welcomed in my home to celebrate holidays with our daughter, we take a vacation with them at least once a year...and it's ok...because he is someone who I loved and that was real.
Who he is now, isn't my husband.
My therapist recommended a book to me which I find fascinating...because we all suffer in life one way or another. It's called Healing through the dark emotions. The wisdom of grief, fear and despair......it's an ongoing journey to look deeply inside and learn to live with both the positive and the negative...because life will always be a mixture of both.
I allow myself to feel "joy" in the times we share....he's not hateful to me, not nasty...and I feel fortunate that he remains a very important part of my life and the life of our "family" no matter how broken that family is....it still exists.