Sunday, March 20, 2011

From one end to the other

What a crazy wild ride these last two months have been. I think I've had every emotional swing known to man and then maybe a few others that numbed me to the core due to their undefinable characteristics. And the strangest part is that in the moment I'm in right now, I can see that all of those were necessary to heal. Let me explain...

A little less than two months ago I could still say I was married. And with that nomenclature, part of me was still holding on to some faint hope that Ell was going to snap out of whatever messed up (in my opinion) mental capacity she was in and see what she was missing. Even when I forced myself to see the truth that she had moved on, my subconcious was still holding on tightly. And then the court day arrived. Ell flew in a few days early, we went through the house one more time to see what she wanted, we had lunch twice and tried to talk about our new existences, and then it was over. I cried deeply that day out of a sense of utter loss. But then the strangest thing happened after I'd cried the whole way home, I stopped crying. I didn't cry again for almost a whole month.

Then my, "Black Gives Way To Blue" night. That song flooded my emotions with the reality of where I was like nothing else before that point. In hindsight, that was a breaking point for me. That was that, "rock bottom" place so many people talk about in unhealthy, harmful life situations. I was preparing for a party that had never been thrown by me any more than I could say it had been thrown by the house it was held in. I had always been a glorified spectator to the immense work and planning that Ell did every year to make the Jamaican Party a success. And here I was pretending I had a clue what it really took to happen. All I could do was sweep the floors and build a hot fire. Everyone I've spoken to or who has seen pictures calls it the most subdued party ever. And it was. What was can never be again and while many lauded me as brave for throwing it, that party shouldn't have happened. And so as I prepared for a party I didn't want to have, the, "Black night happened. I wanted more than anything for Ell to walk in that door that night --and the night of the party-- and when she didn't it shut down everything for me. I wasn't sad. I wasn't mad. I wasn't happy, either. I just was. I wanted to be all those things but they just never happened. And it's easy to see now, that was a moment I needed to experience in its purest sense. I needed to feel nothing. I needed to have a blank slate or I was never going to move on, let alone heal.

That nothingness has caused March to be the rebirth of Sam.

The first thing I noticed was that I now fully realize the love of my good friends. They were always there for me and I knew they cared, but I hadn't been able to accept their love because they wanted what was best for me even when I was fighting it. Now that honesty and reality are one-in-the-same again, I am so greatful for each and every one of them. If you are one of those people, and you know who you are, thank you. On the same note, I've also realized I have some bad friends in my life. These were the friends that told me what I wanted to hear, let me complain and whine without slapping me, and who did everything they could to make me hate Ell. None of that was ever what I needed and it certainly wasn't healthy. I'm not sure how to deal with these people right now, but I can already see a distance between us since March began. I have but one life and as harsh as it sounds, people like that aren't worth having in it.

The second thing I noticed is that I'm worth something. It's no shocking surprise that having someone leave, someone who knows you better than anyone else in the world, leaves in its wake a gashing hole of rejection and worthlessness. In my mind I was damaged goods; and certainly not able to be wanted. What a lie! All it takes is one new friend to put their arms around you and ask you to put their arms around them. That's all it takes. That happened to me. I met a friend who wants nothing else but to be around me. There's no pretenses or expectations, just something that is; something that just fits because I am, after all, worthy of being around.

I write all of this at the extreme risk that readers will think me desperate, sad, broken, selfish, in denial, or other just as descriptive adjectives. Worse, I know that writing all of this carries with it a risk that people will think my marriage wasn't good or that Ell and I didn't really have something all that special. How could we have if I'm so easily moving on, right? The reality of hitting rock bottom quickly takes those things away, though. Sure, I can plainly see how I had fit into every one of those adjectives at one point or another throughout this journey, but I needed to go through them to see that they weren't me. They're no longer me and never will be again. Going through the Jamaican Party without a single tear was that point for me. It was my point of no turning back. It was my first step towards being whole again. And that spilled into March.

Last Sunday I got home around 6:30 in the evening, and all at once I hated having anything in the house that was Ell's. It wasn't a hate driven by anger, but rather a sense of displacement. How could I live in a house with anything that wasn't mine? I didn't go to my friend's house and grab their couch, or pictures, or dishes, and take them back to my house; that's just crazy. So why was I living in a house with her stuff all through it? That was just as crazy to me. With a smile on my face, I spent an hour taking everything of her's out of my living room and putting it in a box. As the week went on, I emptied the kitchen, then the bathroom, the spare bedroom, and finally the shelf in my bedroom that still held stuff I was supposed to take to her Mom's house. That box will be gone from my house this week and I plan to hold a traditional, Native American smudging of the house, wiping her presence from it. Again, I say none of this out of any, any, anger. I'm Sam again. I'm no longer part of a team or a couple or anything else that doesn't define me as just me. As such, I need to have everything be mine in the place that I call home.

As I said, I get that reading this may sway your opinion of me or my situation. If you've been following this journey (at least the part of the journey I shared publicly), I get that you may also need time to formulate your emotions. But I can no longer wait around for anything except what benefits me. And so I have to move on with Sam. There's no one else here I have to be responsible for. That's my reality.

And so I want end by sharing this... I'm happy. I'm really happy. That's a far stretch on the emotional scale from where I was only two months ago, and that's so crazy to me. Two months ago I would never have envisioned this. And right now I can't envision why it took me so long to get here. I missed being happy. Being happy feels good.

14 Comments:

Blogger Kimmy said...

What you went through was one of the most emotional, heart wrenching, painful things a person can go through in this lifetime. I think it's wonderful and healthy that you are ready to move on with Sam. Sam is a great guy and deserves all the happiness in the world.

2:12 PM  
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2:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm so proud of you Sam, and I couldn't be happier to see the joy in your eyes once again. It feels really nice to have "Sam" again, and I can't tell you how much fun it was to date you even though it only lasted a day :).

-The one date wonder.

3:43 PM  
Blogger Kristen said...

Sam I am super happy for you! I love you! I still love Laura! But you are my brother, no anger or hatred for the person who caused your hurt would be healthy for anyone. Bitterness and anger are deepseeded and would hold onto your for a very long time! I'm proud of you that you have come so far in just two months. I've seen people take years to get over this kind of pain. And the fact that you can look back and see it all and why it needed to happen in order to help you be where you are today... I love you and I'm proud of you!!!!

-Kristen

8:15 AM  
Blogger Andrew said...

So happy for you Sam. I am glad you are starting to wrap yourself around your new identity.

1:01 PM  
Blogger Kyle said...

Wait... who's Sam? I thought this was Elliot's blog...

3:06 PM  
Blogger drifter said...

Not much for trying to leave a deep comment after a self-outpouring such as that post...so Sam, I'm glad we are friends. Your friendship enriches my life.

4:01 PM  
Blogger jen said...

happy is good :) and i am happy for you!

6:50 PM  
Anonymous Amanda said...

I am grateful that you are willing to share this journey. What a testimony to God's strength, wisdom,and grace to heal such a deep wound! I will continue to pray for you and for Laura as you move on in life.

11:50 AM  
Blogger Lyndsay said...

SAM again... The best way to describe it. You deserve to be happy and I'm so glad you ARE!

12:32 PM  
Blogger Sam said...

I want to thank all of you for your support. It just feels so good to be happy again and having friends like you is part of that healing. So thanks.

7:19 PM  
Anonymous Cyndy said...

I am so glad that you are happy and picking yourself up and dusting yourself off. Keep it up my friend!!! You know where I am if you ever need to chat!!! oxoxoxoxoxoxoxox Take Care!

4:29 PM  
Blogger Chel said...

Sam- I think the most profound thing you did was "cleaning" the house of all those reminders of her presence...that act will be very healing over time, allowing you to figure out who you are in that house...
Good move...
Chel

10:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Smudge away....I certainly did not ever want you to feel that you were worthless nor did I want you to have people in your life that left you trying to feel hatred with what once was a part of your life that involved me. Im glad you are happy.
-Ell

11:37 AM  

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