We're all different. I remember when we seated side by side in the court waiting room, October 2014, it felt quiet and homely. We didn't exchange a word. Mr J took out a book and start reading, I did the same.
But I felt nothing when I arrived. I didn't even recognised him. Can't say I felt much that day. And what I felt was short lived. As soon as Mr J opened his mouse to address the judge the homely feeling was gone. His arrogant, disdaining tone of voice was not the person I knew. Minutes before, when our lawyers returned, the four of us made small talk. His voice was normal. All of a sudden, it changed.
Like when I say him in January, he seemed scared of me. No idea why. It kind of his above my pay grade and I don't have much, if any, interest in figure out why he is scared of him. I am not the one who cheated, was physically and financially abusive, etc.
I have neither joy or sadness when it comes to something Mr J may do - I am talking about non nasty things. Just indifference.
Hardly remember the magic of the 20 years we spend together. It was too long ago. I have no idea if Mr J has pretty intense feelings for me inside him. I don't have them for him. Can't say I still see/feel Mr J is "infected" with something. He just seems to have remained in that life. After all, it pays well, allows for a fancy flat in the capital, he inherit family money, etc. The only reason I can see for him to change his lifestyle is becoming bored with it. Or a very serious health issue.
Regardless of what we feel, or don't feel, for the MLCer, why do you find this horrible people worthy? There is no denying they are horrible while in MLC and that they do horrendous things. Why do we give them a pass and would like a marriage (those of us who still would) with these people? Certainly there are far better people out there for those who want a new partner and those who do not why not remain alone?
For me the other things is that Mr J was 36 when he left. I was 37. I am now 50. He is stuck in a 36. A childish 36. He never had to deal with hardships in his life and I had to deal with even more because of the consequences of his crisis. We have very different life experiences. His tastes also no longer really match mine.
An old friend - who was with me when I saw Mr J in January - says people often think they no longer have anything in common, but they do. We both like music. But now different types. Art, but, again, now, totally different genres. I am not into trends and being a hipster, Mr J is. His life experience of comfort and getting away with murder is the opposite of mine.
I find him very boring and very uninteresting. Even his real self is now boring to me.
What would Mr J add to my life? Money aside, nothing that I can think of. He can give me the money, no need of him coming along with it.
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. (Marilyn Monroe)