https://mlcforum.theherosspouse.com/index.php?topic=11417.msg800061#msg800061My last thread. Wow that took a long long time to get through. LOL. How things change. I remember the early days when a new thread might last me a week or month. Something like that.
Anyway, it's hard to believe ten years is coming up in February. A whole decade. So many changes and ups and downs.
It's kind of strange the way I look at my life these days. You know back in the day when I'd think about my past it was usually mostly my life with the x. He was always the star of the show. Sometimes I'd think back to my childhood, but it was rare. These days when I go down memory lane it's pretty darn short. It pretty much starts at the time that I started putting myself together. Kind of like that is when my life really started. Of course, I still go down memory lane about my kids here and there, but those memories are now very narrowed down. They are usually a specific moment in time and include my child only or me and my child. Kind of like the x never existed in my life. He's certainly not the star of my memories anymore.
I think a lot about if I wish this had never happened. My answer is not what it was many years ago. I'm glad that it happened. The only regret is that it didn't happen earlier. But that is because my marriage, after looking at it in a clearer way, was not good. I was not married to a loving, kind, emotionally mature person. And I was a highly reactive person. Anyway, it just didn't make for a good marriage and neither of us was smart enough emotionally to know to get some help. I am in no way saying what he did was right. It was not right. But it is what a emotionally immature person with an inferiority complex would do.
I am in no way saying that I didn't love him and want the marriage to work. But it didn't work, and couldn't work with the material that the marriage had to work with.
From all this I have learned and grown. I've had some rough times, and some times I was almost too scared to move. Some very sad times and times of such utter loneliness. I think it was the first time in my life that I had "FEELINGS" that I was not being told by a significant other or a parent how I should feel and what I should do.
This mlc, they say, is a depression, a coming to the surface of wounds and a decision of sorts for the mlc'r when his crisis is over. Hmmmm, I get that I guess. Not really. I'll never truly understand mlc.
But I do know this. I don't know how much the x learned from his crisis. But I can tell you I learned a lot. I learned a lot about myself, overcame a lot of fears, learned about people, learned to trust myself, learned to face the worst parts of myself as well.
I wish I had been able to start my adult life with the knowledge and understanding I have now. But would it have changed anything in the end? Who knows?
But time does help you heal if you choose to let it and participate.