There’s something broken in me
Something small that hurts large
It barely takes a breath to knock me to my knees

I am broken.

It’s a hurt, a pain, and years of memories. 
The difference between “i love you” and “I’m in love with you”
has little to no meaning.

Love doesn’t matter. Love was meaningless.
all that remains is all that breaks
my heart. my soul. my life…

I hate this brokeness…caused by love…caused by your rejection. 

So i look back. to go back. to see the path and repair what remains
yet back looks black and
back is black and white

i can see clearly now
picture perfect rain is falling down
i look back and see nothing
i look forward but am blind
rain is the only direction i see




i sense a distance growing between us
as the waves of childish passion recede
we are still standing on the shore
and healing

it feels appropriate to move to the side
giving each other space
to grow. hurt. heal.

and the great things about waves
they always return
and we will still be standing
healthier. peaceful.

alone or together. in strength


Always Yessing Me

I just wrote: “I feel like I’ve lost an entire year of my life but gained my entire future”.

What a complex feeling (by which I mean, shitty and confusing, of course). This last year has been a blur. A painful and heartbreaking year chock-full of mistakes…or growing pains, I suppose. A year in which I never thought I would survive yet now I am nearly thriving…nearly.

I want to to look back on our 16 year marriage with fondness. I want to tell people that we “just grew apart”. I want to say, “we are still such good friends”. But we aren’t…and I don’t want to be. And we didn’t grow apart…we never grew together. And there are few fond memories despite the fact that we almost always got along. And yes, I’d say that was one of the biggest problems and one of the things I have learned I need to work on.

I was watching The Americans and this scene comes on where a separated couple (Stan and Sandra Beeman) have a fight. Stan tries to do something to connect with his estranged wife…she isn’t impressed…he lies about his feelings and she calls him out on it by saying  “This was the big problem in our marriage.  You were always “yessing” me to avoid conflict and you weren’t being yourself“. He then tells her exactly how he feels and she walks away.

I watched this and felt like I was watching T and I having a fight…except that we never had that fight…because I was always yessing her…which means that clearly this past year has also brought growth for me. I can recognize issues that I brought into our marriage and work to not repeat them with others.

I’ve also spent time looking at T and asking myself if I am better off for knowing her? And…sadly…I struggle to answer that question…I hope in time that changes but for now…all I see when I look at T is the same insecure 17 year old girl who always plays the role of victim and desperately needs attention from everyone around her. And please don’t get me wrong, she has a number of great attributes I’m just not sure that any of them helped me grow.

So as I continue to reflect on this past year, and as I inch closer to the seemingly never ending struggle to get paperwork signed off by a judge to make this divorce official, I see a year marked by pain, sadness, and fear. And yet, as I look towards the future, I see a life full of joy, peace,  and growth. Continual personal growth.

Yes, I’ve lost a year to divorce…but I’ve also gained a future.


Always Yessing Me

I am scared

Finalized the details of our divorce. In the middle of mediation I realized I felt angry at T and blamed her for making us go through this. I also realized the hypocrisy  of this anger because I want this divorce too.

I’m scared. So very scared. To be alone…to be responsible…that we are messing our kids up…to have to find a new home…and figure out how to fill a spice rack? Tonight I found myself lost…staring at all our spices and wondering how I was going to figure out which spices I want in MY home.

I can laugh about it now…but I also have to recognize that the fear was real. I also don’t trust myself to make good decisions. I’ve often allowed the pain and fear to control me. I numb myself to survive. And I am so sad and scared and lonely…yet I am not alone and I am often happy…and occasionally brave and now, in this moment, I am scared.

I am scared

Happy Anniversary

16 year anniversary. Today. 9/17/2015. Extreme feelings of sadness. I didn’t expect to be so emotional but I’ve spent the entire day in tears. The last two anniversaries we have said “Salt and Pepper but still together” and now…now we are just different. And apart.

Mentally I have accepted that our marriage is over. Emotionally, well, obviously not so much.

T and I have spent the last week being friends and I love that. I want to keep that. I am not completely sure it will be possible but i really hope it is.

I still love her. And I am still letting her go.

Some days are easier than others. Today was tough. Brutal. Sad. So very sad. And lonely. But not angry.

I’m glad I have been able to move  past the anger…life is much easier this way. I am working on moving past the love…or what I think is love. It’s our wedding anniversary and I am alone…and I can’t imagine that we aren’t in love. Or that we haven’t been…but who am I to say? She’s all I’ve known. She’s all I’ve loved. And what if…

Somewhere in between this mess is a friendship. Is that healthy? I hope so. I can only hope.

It doesn’t help that she has been running and is sexier than ever. She is always beautiful and she always will be.

16 years.

Happy Anniversary

September 2nd

More pain than I have felt. Ever. Worse even than when Dave died. His death was final, I could mourn the loss and begin the healing process. This however, this is death that may never actually die. This is pain that I will be faced with for the rest of my life.

I cried myself to sleep last night, actually sobbed uncontrollably is probably more accurate…finally dozing off around 1 am only to be awake again at 2am and staying wide awake, in pain, hurting, until 4am.

I went for a run. A 4am run. In the dark, with the pain. Maybe I can out run it. No. 2-1/2 miles in and I was crying again. Running. Crying. Darkness. Darkness in the dark.

It’s 5:30am now. I’m sitting at the kitchen table…in tears…trying to write through them…hoping I don’t wake the kids. Yesterday I had a clear vision of what I wanted, T&I to come together to try to work through our issues but she wasn’t interested. I thought, perhaps, for the children if nothing else, that she would be willing to slow down, take a side step, see if we can repair our friendship and then make this decision in a better place. No.


I had many dark thoughts last night…so much pain…even still. I’m going to have to try and put one foot in front of the other today. Just to make it through. Up until now I haven’t felt hopeless. Now…

I want her here with me. I never want to see her again. No. Be real. Be honest. I want her here with me and I want this *******pain to stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish I could have been enough for her. I wish. Too many wishes and not enough…what? Enough what? If only I knew I could fix this…

The sun is coming up. It’s going to be a long day.


September 2nd

Should I stay or should I go?

I’m heartbroken. I miss our family so much. Even the few short moments we spent together tonight were comforting. I wish she would have sat down with us for dinner…standing off to the side, like she was already gone…it was hard, and still so wonderful to be together, as a family.

Afterwards we walked and talked divorce. We didn’t fight, although we could have. Our ideas on love are so different.

She says she knows without a doubt that she cannot be vulnerable with me ever again and so she knows she can never love me in that way. If she is right I need to move on. But what if she is just still hurting (we both are hurting).

Should I stay or should I go?

If I stay in the house she will hate me more, build more walls, call me an asshole and then my marriage and family are over. But leaving is quitting. I can’t quit on my family…the most important thing in my life.

However…if I did leave life might be easier for T and the kids. Perhaps even me. Perhaps.

Is the battle worth the scars? Yes…but why are you fighting?

I don’t have a plan. Shit. I don’t have any plan.

I don’t want to leave my family or my home. Am i just being selfish? Vindictive? Protective? Is it justified to ask T to be the one to leave since she is asking for the divorce?

I keep saying “I’ll be fine” and I am…often. But I don’t know if I actually will be.

I’ll be fine. I’ll be broken. I’ll be broken and I”ll be fine? Ugh.

Should I stay or should I go?

Naive Silver Linings

Sadness that isn’t depression. 

Anxiety that isn’t panic. 

Silver lining that may be naive.

How do I fight for someone, call her out on her bullshit, and love her?

And I miss her (she is my friend)

And I need her (she has been my rock)

And I love her (and I love her)

Would we both survive without each other? Of course. Would we both be able to move on and even find someone else? Yes. Is it worth it…

Separation / Divorce is (or at least seems to be) a measurable amount of pain. I can picture what that looks like and I know we will both live. We are both strong and stubborn after all. Staying together…that is a risk of immeasurable pain. Full of what if’s. What if…what if…what if..

We have been through so much these last 16+ years and we are so close to the best years of our lives. Through all of our mistakes we have remained really good friends. What if we found intimacy to go with it?

There’s commitment and there is stubbornness. There is contentment and there is apathy. I must make sure that I am not just stubborn and apathetic. I must forgive her and love her or I must forget her (?????). And I must be open. And that hurts. And that scares me.

And that is ok.

Naive Silver Linings


So much anger today.

Anger, anger, anger, anger…love?

There is now an awareness of loneliness, a feeling that has been with me for some time…years probably…perhaps always…but until this week I didn’t recognize it. T wants to leave (or rather, wants me to leave) and, sadly, this might be the most intimate we have ever been. I’ve certainly never been this vulnerable before.

It’s shit that it took this to open me up. And here I sit…broken, hurting, lonely, and growing. Growth hurts. At the end of the day I don’t know if I will be a better man but I suspect I will be more complete.