moment, I hear all you are saying, and not saying, and feeling. We all struggle with all of it. There are so many philosophical and ontological and moral and ethical questions in what we go through. But, I think love is grace, it is a gift freely given. I think I loved my H and I think you loved yours.
But, I agree that I don't think they loved us, but not for any evil reason, simply because only those who are given love or grace can give it to others, and I think that is what is wrong with MLCers. I think, at the heart, they never truly loved, for whatever reason. I know a lot of people here differ, but that is how I have reconciled it in my head and heart.
I did love, but I loved a man that didn't exist. He was a sham, a shell, and then when he showed his true self, there was nothing left to love. So, for a while, I did hate, and want justice. I wanted to him hurt as I hurt, and her, too. But then I realized that just as they are not capable of love, they are not capable of that kind of pain. Then I could let it go, and let them go. I don't forgive him as much as I have come to accept him, and her, for what they are and what they have no ability to know... And I feel sadness and compassion for them and my kids, and hers. I don't have to wish them well, I don't have to continue to love a man I never knew, and certainly not a woman I have never met, but I wish them no harm, and that's about the best I care to do. I have too many other people that need my love and grace, and yours too, so don't squander it under ill feelings! Love and light, ll
There is no safe investment, for to love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change… It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell. I believe that the most lawless and inordinate loves are less [destructive] than a self-invited and self-protective lovelessness… We shall draw nearer to [what we seek], not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them… throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and… this is [the] way in which they should break, so be it. What I know about love and believe about love and giving one’s heart began in this."
--CS Lewis, The Four Loves
The best thing about banging your head against the wall for so long is that it feels so good when you finally stop...
BD 1/16/10
D Final 7/21/11
exH married OW the next week and moved across the country to be with her...
LL CHOSE to live happily ever after...