Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday Favorites # 18 --- Rerun of an oldie

Hello Everyone. Big announcement this week for all my regular readers. I found a new meme. Now I hear you saying "yea so what else is new, meme's are all you do." While that may be true now, it is not what I used to do. I tried to start my blog as a writer and failed miserably. Except for my dear hubby and one family member I couldn't get anyone to log in and read my stuff. So I turned to meme's because they allowed me to tell a little story with each picture I posted and many folks were nice enough to come and visit thanks to the Mr. Linky on most sites.

But, I am excited about this new meme. It is called Sunday Favorites and allows us to drag one of our old posts out of mothballs and into the light of a new day. After all, only so many posts can be on the first page and once they move down the stack they are seldom ever looked at again. It may have been fantastic or just so-so but, if it was posted on a bad day or slow week it might have had very few readers before falling into the pit called, "Older Posts".

You can check out this new Sunday meme at Happy to Design hosted by Chari. Heck, you might find some great stuff to read. Now for my re-run of an old post.

So today I am going to dust off the one post I am most proud of. It took me weeks of work and caused me to cover the entire gamut of emotions and shed gallons of tears before getting it all written. It is also the one post most responsible for bring the Old Salt into my life. I titled it, "Sabbatical from Marriage."

I have never shared with anyone that the day I married I jumped from the frying pan directly into the fire, and that is where I stayed for 27 years. Until the day I decided to take a, “vacation from marriage,” a sabbatical of sorts, during which I hoped to reclaim that raw-material person I had left behind in my youth before I started to play the roles our culture demands of women. It was a bold gesture, one never taken by generations of the women in my family, some women friends called me brave, others disapproved heartily, and each member of my family thought I had lost my mind.

Everyday of my life, up to that point, I had always been, for each person in my life, what they expected I should be. But for once I didn’t take into account what others thought. I was working on pure gut reaction. Suddenly, words had a way of slipping out of my mouth unbidden before my mind knew they had been formed. When I announced my intentions to my husband, I shocked us both. It was not until I was standing among the packing boxes in the middle of my first solo apartment, 40 miles from my home and job, that I began to realize the ramifications of my impulsive decision. I had altered my life and I was left holding freedom in one hand and guilt in the other.

As resident nurturer of not just my household but, many others in my family and my husband's, I spent the last 27 years sustaining others while neglecting myself. Now, it was my turn to retreat, repair, and, I hoped, regenerate myself. Was I being selfish or smart? Perhaps, I thought, an inner voice was leading me. Maybe living apart from my family would allow me to reconnect to the internal strengths I once thought were mine. I felt that, in time, if I was patient enough to wait, all would be mine once again.

Reflecting back on that first year, I realize how much it was about saying yes to such things as spontaneity, risk taking and, of course, being open to that big wonderful new world. I began to revel in the raw experience that heightened the intensity of my days----not unlike a child who is guided by her wonder and curiosity. Oh! What a wonderful new taste was added to each day by not having to run each thought or action through someone else’s reaction filter first. What developed over time was a kind of knowing that didn’t so much involve my head but rather my senses. I came to understand that I am as unfinished as any of Gods creatures. What’s more, my husband and family were equally unfinished. That was the great message………to transcend ourselves again and again and to know that those with whom we come in contact are in the same process.

Once I reinstated a relationship with myself, it was time for the greater challenge--- that of reconnecting with my husband. The reassembling of my marriage would have never happened without my year of solitude. Taking time away from each other was, in retrospect, both necessary and appropriate.

When I left I provided my husband with a list of all my concerns and the areas where I felt we each needed to focus our efforts for change, making it clear that I would not be back until he could show that he was trying to address each of the items on his half of the list. Initially, he declared that our relationship had no problems other than the ones I fabricated and he had nothing to correct or make amends for. He swore that I would be incapable of supporting myself and announced to the world that I would fall flat on my face and come running home begging for his forgiveness, and seeking his protection, within six months. For the first six months he sat and waited for my return and we did not speak at all. Then he took a “hell with her” attitude and went in search of other ladies to prove I was not needed, making certain that our daughter and friends kept me informed. Each time she called all I would say was “Where is he on his list. That is the only updates I’m interested in hearing, otherwise your father is not a topic open to discussion.”

About the one year mark, and after the initial shock, anger and finally discord that came with the realization that I really was serious and could survive without him, my husband started to take a penetrating look at those experiences most would choose to bury-----weeding out self-indulgence and wishful thinking—in order to determine his destiny with or without me. He started to question what roll, if any, he played in this turn of events? How much of my decision had to do with his lassitude? Were my demand reasonable? Was it his preference to be alone or with me?

There was no question that we both needed the space to understand the roots of our relationship and the values around what we had created together. We had become estranged because of reasons no more complicated than laziness, indifference, ignorance, and selfishness. Mixed with that arrogant “good old boy” attitude; that “I am the king of my castle." "You are but the lowly serving winch who is subservient to me and must provide for my every whim.” This attitude was part of the culture he had been raised in and was made worse by way too much alcohol consumption for a dozen or more years.

Once he made the decision to recommit, I let it be known that he had to freely join me in wanting to fight for an openness in which the faults of the other could be admitted and discussed so we could learn what was keeping us away from the immediacy of our lives and our connection with each other.

The second year was spent in dating (courting if you want to call it that) minus the fire of old passion and mired with problems and illusions. In “The Art of Loving, Erich Fromm says, “Nothing, especially love, can be mastered without practice—and practice involves discipline, concentration, patience, and supreme concern.” Through trial and error, yielding and resisting, retracing and reinventing, we began the task of reassembling out lives together. The year was spent crawling toward the inexpressible. There was no model to follow. We were two unique souls who merged 29 years before, and out of that union appeared an original couple, impossible to replicate.

At the end of the second year he moved into my small apartment. I refused to give up my own space until I was assured that we would be able to continue the process of moving forward and besides our daughter, her fiancĂ©e and our grandchild were living in our house. My husband’s allowing them to come and continue to stay (now going on 6 years) was just one of the many kinks in our relationship to be ironed out. Suddenly, we did not know how to be together.

After more than a quarter century of sharing a life, we did not know how to cohabitate. We were so polite. Foreign words like “May I’, “Do you mind” “Please and thank you” filled every sentence. Out of our vulnerabilities a new way of being together began to be discovered. The unfinished elements of our relationship would continue to rise and fall, like incoming tides, constantly and irresistibly moving within us.

Then suddenly, four months into our rediscovery period, and seven years after first being diagnosed with COPD a massive lung hemorrhage put him in the ICU on life support and it appeared that our new life would end before it had really begun. As the time neared for him to be released it was apparent that he would never be able to manage the stairs to our second floor apartment. I also had to question if, (or for how long) he would return to work. Did it make sense to relocate to a new apartment when we were making mortgage payments on a more than adequate house? In the end my practical side won out and we moved back to the house I had left more than two years earlier.

But, the balance of our new and blossoming relationship was forever recast. He was now more dependent, but less willing to be, than at any other time in our marriage. Suddenly, all the new rules could not be obeyed or enforced and it was too late to return to the old ones. We were once again floating in the limbo land of the lost, and having to find ways to rewrite the rules while trying not to sacrifice our new found harmony.

Our life became one long battle to find ways to prove the doctors wrong and cheat the grim reaper, without losing our sanity or sacrificing our newfound oneness. Death, the threat and the reality, in all of its ugly forms, sights, sounds and smells began to dominate our lives. We entered the cycle of good days and bad days. Hardly a week went by without having to juggle employment with doctor’s appointments and hospital stays. The struggle to maintain the needs of a household and provide 32 different medications plus in-home and portable oxygen on my salary alone also became the norm. One financial crisis would be averted only to find six more had taken its place. The six months we were told to expect and tried to cherish grew into a year, then two and finally ended eight long years later after once again being placed on and weaned from a life-support machine only to return to the small apartment we now shared to lose the fight 32 hours later.

As I watched the body of my husband of 37 years being removed from our home I knew that our marriage was still unfinished and would always remain that way. I had to question how I would go about closing the book on our marriage without ever being able to write the final chapter. I couldn’t help but contemplate all the ways the man who had just left me, was different from the man I had married so long ago. I questioned whether my life, like our marriage, would also remain unfinished. Would the yet to be written chapters of my new life as a widow find the answers to questions that still eluded me. Would this new and forced “sabbatical from marriage” become permanent, or would it be a temporary period of retooling and refitting to emerge as a new and more deluxe model ready to be accepted by the husband of the future.

Now two years later, I have to wonder is this as good as it gets? Will I ever have the opportunity to put into practice all the lessons learned during my 37 year training period? Does experience and trial by fire count for anything worthwhile? Will anyone see it (and me) for the treasure it is? Will there be someone willing to tackle the job of helping me complete this life I have been trying to rebuild?

Postscript

Several years after I wrote "Sabbatical from Marriage" all the questions I asked in the final paragraph were answered. The final chapter of my first marriage will always remain unfinished but the final chapter of my life is unfolding hand in hand with my husband, The Old Salt. He saw me (as he put it) for the treasure I am and demonstrates to me every day, in so many ways, that the sum is truly greater than the parts.

14 comments:

  1. Rita, whew! You sure dusted that one off, you did! So tragic that you can't finish the one book but were able to start another( in a manner of speaking, wot? )and continue on...and COPD? Ouch! I know a few folks with this condition...not a fun thing to see, at all.

    Glad you shared this, as I'm not one to go deep into anyone's archives( well, not much-heh ) God bless and happy Sunday to ya :)

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  2. That is some post Rita. It has an honesty you must be (should be) proud of and there is a power in it - based both on the story itself and the words you use to tell it. If ever there was a post worth dusting off and retelling, that is it.

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  3. That was a story worth sharing again and in so many ways probably tells the tale of so many marriages. I think everyone has those thoughts and I am sorry you never got to finish it, but I am very glad that you now have someone who treasures you.

    And my hubby and I seperated once for a year and a half. Then we had to do pretty much what you went through. But we had only been married for 9 years at that time and now we are at 35. Sometimes things are great and sometimes they are not, but I have noticed that everyone goes through these things in their everyday life. Some days are great and some days are not. I am not sure that if my hubby passed away first if I would ever want to find another, but I do hope that if I pass on first that he finds someone to replace me.

    Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It was something not many could do.

    God bless.

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  4. exquisite!
    this iundoubtedly one of the rawest and purest emotionally told stories of love and marriage from the baby boomer standpoint.

    Most everyone of us can truly identify with your thoughts and feelings of what is wrong with our marriages..and the honesty to admit the mistakes made along the way.

    thanks for sharing your beautiful and touching story..may God bless you and the Old Salt in your new life together..

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  5. Sometimes you just have to ignore what people expect and want and just be yourself. Or be what you want to be. Great idea to revisit posts, I have a feeling I'll need to do that for "research" purposes tonight:-)

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  6. You're a wonderful writer and storyteller. Thanks for sharing. I'm a new follower. Blessings on your new week, STL neighbor!

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  7. Oh wow, Rita. I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes, trying to collect my thoughts.
    At once, I was struck by your bravery .. not to settle for 2nd best all those years ago. (I'm practically the opposite --need to be needed, like oxygen.)
    You are, my dear, an eloquent writer!

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  8. Rita, this is my first time here and boy did I get a great post to start with.

    How brave of you to take yourself out of that situation and into a whole new life. Bravo.

    As some famous T.V. guy likes to say "you teach people how to treat you". Good for you that you changed the lesson plan around.

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  9. Hello Rita...

    Wow...I hardly know where to start! Thank you for sharing your life's story...that's really such a brave thing to do...so very admirable!!! I think I ran the whole gamut of emotions right along with you, my friend! I'm so sorry that there is a part of your life that you feel is unfinished and yet so happy for you and that your story has such a happy ending...hmmm, maybe it's just really another beginning or at least a chance at a new beginning!!!

    I must admit that there were more than just a few times...while I was reading that I thought you were telling my story...I'm amazed at so many of the similarities! However, I don't think I could have put these feelings into the words that you did...so analytical...so expressive! I was married to my first husband for 27 years when everything fell apart and I found myself alone...totally alone! I was alone for seven years...learning to live for "myself" again. Then I met the true love of my life...totally unexpected...via the internet! hehe! We have been, so happily, together for nice years now...everything is different this second time around. I'm so thankful for the second chance and I think I'm getting it right this time!!! I say that because I really have been "set free" from so many things!!! Well...I could write a book...but won't! Thank you so much for sharing your story with us today...

    I also would like to thank you for joining in with the fun of Sunday Favorites...welcome!!! I sure do hope that you'll participate with SF again...it would be a pleasure to have you! I sure do appreciate the marvelous write up for this little Sunday meme at the beginning of your post...it was fabulous!!!

    So very nice to meet you, Rita!
    Warmest wishes,
    Chari

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  10. Rita..
    just wanted you to know I responded to your response on my site..
    haven't quite figured out the bells and whistles just yet..
    but am working on it..
    hugs and big smiles from Colorado!!

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  11. Oh WOW> I am bawling my eyes out right now. what a wonderful story...of hope and forgiveness and strength.
    I thank you for sharing this...it hit home harder than you know.

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  12. Rita how brave of you to reveal you life and the reality of marriage. My experiences have been similar. Not the illness but the indifference and lazziness.
    I am glad you have found happiness
    now.
    PS your writing sounded good to me.

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  13. I have to agree with the other comments. What a wonderfully honest post!

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  14. Thank you for sharing your amazing story. I agree with all who said it deserves a new audience.

    Thank you also for the link to "Sunday Favorites". I love the idea of reposting.

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