It's been months, but suddenly HS popped into my mind and I wanted to catch up, so I dug up this thread. Lovely to revisit the stories of folks of my vintage and beyond!
If I were still writing in my thread, it would be dark purple now I think. There's a certainty in my mind that didn't used to be there (and thus perhaps, my months away from the forum). H has mostly gotten his head back together. Though he has kept an old article on mid-life crisis he clipped some years ago; I found it when tidying his heap of papers on the coffee table, smiled and let it be.
We had a reasonably good Christmas, despite some family drama. H's very difficult parents are getting older, sicker, and hence more difficult and ornery (and just as bigoted as ever
). Other day H's mom phoned; I picked up and said hello, she asked for H, I said 'I'll get him; Merry Christmas to you', she said 'ask him to call me' and hung up click. I was laughing because there's no other way to react; even H just looked sheepish. I have learned to stay the hell away from them, and my H has learned to not be led by the nose every time they yank his chain; but he's still being a good and compassionate son, and I applaud that. H is getting older, a bit paunchy (which he is sooo self-conscious of
) and not the lean mean
mountain-climbing-machine of his MLC days; but aging is natural and healthy, and we still go rock climbing together looking like the gentle old coots we are. My sister has even started smiling at my H again, we had a couple of genuine family gatherings and they chatted casually like she hasn't actually hated his guts for the past six years... I guess eventually everyone has to lay down arms and just learn to live with each other again.
Even the things that used to trigger me are not so visceral; I may wake early and lie in bed dreading nameless thoughts, but then I quiet my mind and go back to sleep. By morning, everything seems bearable again. I don't think it's unnecessary mental drama, trauma healing evidently takes time even when the wounds no longer show on the outside.
There was some discussion on this thread some time back about the relative depth of various crises, and the recurrent question of "how bad we've had it". I've been on the fence about this; I know my H's MLC could have been much worse for me, but when I was living through it I couldn't imagine how. Only once the fallout was contained, did I get perspective. There's an old country saying that "the arrow that came for your head left with your hat". Do you feel unlucky to have been shot at, or lucky to only lose your hat?
You are all so precious, my virtual friends. Wishing wonderful things for the new year.
"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