Well, it finally happened. My husband and I finally met face to face after 36 days of no conversation except the few business like emails…
He wanted to meet at a local brewery?! Odd, I know. I wasn’t sure exactly how we were going to talk in a bar but whatever. I, of course, needed to look hot but not like I was trying too hard. I think that I accomplished this.
So we started the conversation asking about what has been going on in our lives. I told him a little about what I had been doing…We talked about his dad and their last days together. I asked him what he had told his father and step-mother about our relationship. Husband said he told them that we are separated and thet he doesn’t know if we will get back together. I asked what his dad said and he told me that dad wasn’t surprised, dad had wanted to say something two years ago but didn’t want to upset anyone. Dad thought that husband was giving up too much of himself. I was utterly shocked. I have never ever got that impression from Dad. Especially from the last time I saw Dad, he wanted me to be involved in the conversation of his cancer and the plans for his remains—I said I could leave the room and Dad said no that it involved me too. When I was leaving Dad gave me the strongest, longest, most sincere hug and kissed my cheek while saying he loved me. Of course I started crying and tearing up…I asked husband what he felt like his has given up of himself to be with me…he said that this was not the time or place to talk about it. I asked but it is the time and place to talk about our finances, he said yes.
So that’s what we started talking about. We got that somewhat figured out…then I asked why he was suddenly so concerned with finances. He said that his job is not a guarantee and now he is having to pay for mom’s living expenses. I thought it wouldn’t be so hard if we were together and could support each other…I also laughed on the inside because now he is going to have to be responsible for someone other than himself and also because he is finally going to have to face the fact that he is connected to family, as much as he would like to distance himself from this. Things got more difficult when we started talking about our really cute and overly priced camping trailer…I don’t want to sell it but can’t afford it alone…he doesn’t have a car to tow it with so doesn’t want to split the cost–but also seems like he doesn’t want to sell it either…I don’t want to sell it with the hope that we will get back together. Now, I started crying again asking what had happened, what is going on with us, why can’t we try to make this work…NOT where I wanted to go tonight with the conversation, showing major weakness. So our conversation went round and round like it always does, he got angry, I got angry–tears, confusion, hurt. He said that these last two months that we have been separated hasn’t brought us closer together. I said that unfortunately he was dealing with his father’s illness and death during these two months and therefore wouldn’t have thought much about our relationship. I also said that we haven’t even talked for 36 days, how would that have brought us any closer together. I asked him if he thought about me and he said yes. I asked him if he missed me and he said yes. WELL, doesn’t that show that you do still have feelings for me and still think about me, and us…doesn’t that show somesort of closeness?! Am I so stupid and naive, self-deprecating, should I just save time and become a “cutter”?
At this point things were getting a bit out of hand and we sort of ended the conversation…I got up and walked out while he followed. As we were walking I started saying the things that I had been wanting to share with him; losing 29lbs and finally shopping in a great store that I could never fit into before, my side business is taking off…my accomplishments, etc. He said you should be proud. I said I was. He said he was proud of me too…then he also asked why I didn’t start our conversations out with these types of things instead of ending with them…I don’t know, maybe because I don’t want to continually give myself to someone who is not going to appreciate it.
Husband said that I need to take care of myself and he needs to take care of himself. I told him that I have taken care of myself from day one, I’ve never needed him—I’ve wanted him, wanted to share things, wanted him in my life. Plus I said that part of who I am and taking care of me is taking care of others. I said he of all people should know that about me. He agreed and then said at this point he still doesn’t know what he wants. He said that he loves me. Yet the two months has not been enough time for him to feel like he is missing out on something?!
We ended the night by walking away with a defeated goodnight…