Well, the day passed into evening into night. I've gone through uncontrollable sobbing to feeling an unbearable weight on my chest to dreaming about overdosing to get rid of the invisable pain. NO - I am not suicidal. It is a fantasy played out in my mind that I will not act on. I slept for several hours.
A rollercoaster of one minute this, the next minute that. One minute, this is for the best, the next minute, an inner screaming to go back to Friday, when I was oblivious to this.
We've spoken several times today. He said he'd be there for me whenever I needed him. He feels a tremendous guilt, and I'm glad for that. And when the divorce papers materialize, he'll find out that I will exact alimony from him, and he already knows that. I've never done that before, and I'm not being vindictive. Even he says that I'm the only wife who was always there for him no matter what, whether we were hateful or not - I was there, and because I wanted to be. For better or worse, remember? I took my vows seriously.
He's giving me his 1990 Toyota Tercel. He has another car now. I have a friend who works on cars for a side business he's building. The car needs the carburator replaced, which Lloyd has, and the transmission pan fixed. It has new tires, including winter.
I never studied for the assesment. Oh well. I"ll pass.
His 13 yr old son, Logan is drinking and fighting. I foretold this. Lloyd pushed his older son away by the way he dealt with him, and I suggested that he get Logan into counselling, cos the kid is carrying an enormous amount of anger. Logan lives with the xbitch and she's abused him emotionally and physically. Social services knows. He was used by her extensively as a trading tool during the very ugly divorce. Visitation is not an issue - we'll be there for all the kids.
Inside is a voice that says that I'm gonna be alright, but other times it hardly feels like it. I'll never get married again - famous last words. But like Lord Lloyd says, (I call him that when I'm mad), work will be my saviour. At work there is no down time for thoughts. No long nights this winter, cos i'll be working as much as possible.
If there is a good thing to be found in all this, and it's only been one day, is that we're staying close friends. It's been one day and the rollercoaster has been viscious. I hate the g-force feeling in my gut. I'm falling down a black hole, with nothing to grab onto, no one to grab onto, and no net below me, and I'm hoping these wings of mine learn to fly solo soon.
It means alot to me, all the hugs and kind responses. I carry them, keep them close.
Dry wings dry; Fly wings fly.
Mimilly