Thursday, 4 February, 2016.
Still Day 46
It’s 6 p.m. that very same evening. An uneventful evening, it turns out.
We’re too different. Apparently he needs to sleep early and I go to bed late…?
Anna’s looking pretty as she turns the key and enters her flat – soaring with stonewalled energy and frustrating expectations.
🎵 I was going out tonight, still feeling alright…🎶
OK, I practiced some dating skills. Not a complete waste of my time, then… An OK guy – this Riku.
Yes, it’s been only a month of Tindering and she’s already been on 8 dates.
Forty-six days since moving out, since the separation. Hmm… Out of their last home together… It’s just Mr. Ex’s now. And the teens’.
And God knows who else’s?
Hurtful bleeding bloody ouch.
That’s a ridiculous understatement.
How about this?
From last June to January, Anna has at times felt lunged at, knocked down, assaulted by fate. Stabbed with a knife that life has “thrust, jabbed and skewered” her lovable heart with – until near death.
Sigh. She knows she’s not a victim, and takes responsibility over her choices, mistakes and actions…
Still, I can’t help how I feel!
Well, I’ll tell you this. If you ever find yourself in this same predicament, there’s just one thing you should do. One.
Full stop. Categorically.
Move on. Just move on.
Bless him; wish him well – you won’t regret it. For the teens. Co-parent like Mary Poppins would.
Don’t you dare dwell on loss. Onward march! You deserve it. Be really happy. Abundantly. Survive at all costs. Stay resilient. Think selfishly of yourself too, now. Have loads of fun. As much as you can. Look at the bright side, at all the perks. Raise that dopamine, but be safe. Don’t be alone. DO NOT ISOLATE YOUR SOUL. Hug all your friends and relatives. Let them splash their affection over you. Take care of your kids. Love them with all your being. Let the tears roll down sometimes. But laugh out loud much, much more. Infinitely more. Watch lots of comedies. New hobbies? More volleyball please. More jogging. New friends? Please, maybe find a good guy. Believe he’s out there. Someone who wants you, sees you. A nice person. A powerful healing embrace. Chemistry. Just do it, come on. Postpone the frightening mourning, the deathly grief. Don’t you feel lonely tonight.
Urgently Suffer Later.
When you’re stronger.
That’s what Anna’s doing, anyways.
And the only way to go if you’re sane.
This whole separation thing is so very recent.
Deep in her heart, Anna has no doubt – whatsoever – that it’s for the best. The very fairy best.
It will most certainly turn out to be a super clear, mega blessing in disguise – eventually. There were just too many things they couldn’t take anymore. Betrayal. No attraction. No romance. Twenty more years of friendship? Nobody deserves that. To please society, the church?? Don’t you want more?
They were over each other. They lost faith?
It’s not that…
So, what is it, then?
What is there to be sad about? Why can’t Anna just enjoy a peaceful pleasant home-alone Thursday evening? “Read a book, relax!”
Well, fathom this for a second.
Your recent home – now previous…. The place where your teens are spending this very evening with their father… The place that you’ve recently redecorated in style and with the loving work of your hands…
Where you hung the curtains you’d just sewed… The place you cleaned and decorated for Christmas just fifty days ago…
The place where your youngest child is probably devastated, hurting, missing you – feeling “Where the heck is mom and why isn’t she here?” …Trying to be brave to pull through… The place your own family lives without you two weeks a month…
Oh my God.
After two decades of making a house a home – with love, with passion. With joy. And lots of human imperfection… History.
…Is a place where you’re no longer expected. You’re not really welcome there anymore.
So… nothing much.
© 2017 rf
Obs. Still day 46 since moving out.
2 thoughts on “Chapter 31 – Nothing Much”
Eagerly waiting for the next chapter. 👍
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Me, too! Ha-ha. Working on it now.
Actually, I’m eagerly waiting for the next twenty chapters… I’ve got too much I’m dying to write about. Fingers crossed!