Haven't been on HS for few months, now catching up... this was a helluva thread. Loving to see all the familiar folks. I choose to elide over the angst, though; sometimes we old-timers seem all too bloody willing to see someone else's world through our own dammit-why-can't-you-see-the-world-the-way-I-see-it lenses. Different backstories, different choices, different goals.
Humbly, I do want to say I don't think it's possible for an LBS to have precipitated an MLC-er's crisis. An MLC-er feels overlooked and undervalued by the universe, not just by their partner. Looks, 'earning potential', responsibility within the home, lordly responsibility outside of the home... none of that seems to matter once you feel the ground slippery under your feet, your grip on reality loosens, and your crisis overtakes your reason. The last thing we LBSs need to do is to blame ourselves for someone else's damnfool choices. We all seem to have changed, after the MLCer left. We're stronger. Independent. Perhaps slower to trust? But that's our own growth spurt, not an effort to fix ourselves to lure a wayward spouse back, or to change the circumstances that precipitated their exit... that's crazy talk, they left because of their own issues and not ours, and they'll come back when they fix their issues, if we haven't outgrown them by then.
Went for a walk tonight to see the supermoon. Memories. There's a painting on our bedroom wall of lovers looking up at the moon, we bought it more than two decades ago, thought we were those lovers. Then a couple of weeks after BD, H and I went for a walk (what was I thinking?? denying reality), down to the river to see a huge moon... then I believe I stood too close to him (not quite being with the new program yet) and H exploded into yelling, who was I to think I could presume to stand next to him anymore (er, cue Sting and the Police?); he practically frog-marched me home, then marched himself out the door. That was the night I learned 'love' didn't mean all that much, in the big scheme of things. Took a long time, and a lot of full moon walks on my own, to make my peace with the moon; and then to realize - I might wax and wane like the moon, but like it, I am cool and calm, like it I am permanent and will outlast this noise. I don't need anyone. So slowly I learned to look past my H, stare up at the moon, and take the long view. Today my H and I are reconciled, but he still goes away on long trips; he's away just now. And I walked down to the river to look into the sky, take a deep breath and remind myself that I'm quite ok by myself.
For anyone who's still reading, I'd like to send you the moon. We're all going to be ok.
"You have a right to action, not to the fruit thereof; shoot your arrow, but do not look to see where it lands." -Bhagavad Gita