I say this all the time, if they were so sure and confident of their choices, why can't they contact us? Because they care so little? That doesn't make sense. If they cared to little, they wouldn't be so scared of us. Scared does not equal "meh".
But they contact, don't they? Even if only here and there. And some still in touch with the kids.
Contact and scared is different. At a point Mr J become terrified of me. No idea why. We don't have much if any contact. Like in January, when I saw in by chance and went to say hi. He freaked and gave a step back. But when he was leaving he put his hand on my shoulder and said "so goodnight". He behaved odd again in August when I called him because of the exhibition - several relevant materials are with him. It was a professional call - this, that and those is required for exhibition X curated by A, B, C that will be held at P, no personal issue was mentioned. Yet, monster come out.
When Mr J was a clinger he was not scared of me one bit. Or he didn't seemed to be. He contactd so much it was crazy.
I am not wallowing, I am just saying that money makes a difference. It is a fact and it is valid for everyone. However, money, or its lack do not equal happy or unhappy. Money means comfort, not happiness. I am far happier than Mr Nightclub with his fancy life.
Walking, the Sun, art galleries are free. Books can be picked for free at the library. There are also many free concerts here and other that are paid I can get into for free. I also don't have to spend 4 to 6 or more hours during the night in a closed room - read nightclub -, full of noise, heat and, often, cigarette smoke including when I have to go to my day job the next day. Mr J does because he wants to keep at it.
At times, it seems that when a LBS points for something that is not rosy, people equal with wallowing rather than fact.
As for friends, Mr J has had several DJ partners, for some reason, some didn't last long and one who used to be very close to him cut ties with him years ago. I don't have a clue why.
The reason Mr J remains in his MCL life is that, of he stops, he starts to think about everything he has done and cannot deal with it. He told me that a couple of times.
I never felt erased nor thought the marriage/relationship was fake. When the MLCers was a super clinger early on it is hard to feel erased. As for the marriage/relationship, I know how it was. No reason to doubt it.
When we post here it may give the wrong impression that we are focussed on the MLCer or things that come with the crisis. That is true for a while, then we are all busy with tons of things. What I am focussed on at the moment?
Both big and small things. My ideas for cultural things and meeting the people that will be necessary to help - they are very big and impossible to do alone; recovering from physical injuries from when I looked after grandmother; working on my organic compost (I am trying a few differents methods); drying seeds (melon, watermelon, punpkin, etc) to be eaten with cereals or in smoothies; my watercolours/paintings; photography; doing small improvements around the house; keep growing my professional contacts; meet new people; keep working on the former joint project.
I am doing it all at my pace, and the pace is not even. Peri-menopause keeps playing a number on me and I go with the flow. No point forcing or rushing. It only tires and sets me back.
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. (Marilyn Monroe)