I don’t know that my journey will end up in a romance novel anytime soon.
R is emotionally uphill both ways, it is a long, uneven path for the first several years.
I don’t think healing is especially romantic in and of itself either.
There was something unique about the moment where I had given up, and informed my wife that the pain of it all was just going to be too much. The farewell we had that day was both of us being okay with moving on. Maybe it was letting go of the outcome, letting go of the old M, I don’t know if I can define why we each of us kept reaching out to each other anyway. We kept being kind anyway. We kept talking about the kids, life and whatever else.
Maybe a spark of romance there that day kept us in this thing.
But again, there was still a ton of work we had to do.
Is it a romantic notion to give someone a last chance — who wasn’t expecting it?
I suppose it depends on the person being given the last chance.
As WWTL reminded me, no one is owed a final chance, and as Unhinged often said, infidelity is always a deal breaker.
I agree with those two sayings.
It is what we want and ask for in whatever deal we make to go forward is the start of R.
R isn’t enabling someone to continue to hurt or lie to you, it isn’t settling for less — to me, R is asking for more than ever (and if the M continues, it includes asking more of yourself as well).
I can say that ten years later, I think we found a way to always be who we were that day we thought it was over.
When I looked over my family, all together over the holidays last winter, I was really glad I found a way.
And these days, we got the romance stuff down.
I wouldn’t romanticize the concept of R — it is very hard work.
I’ll always understand why people walk away, and I can also understand the people who didn’t (as long as they built a relationship worthy of their time).
[This message edited by Oldwounds at 10:43 PM, Thursday, August 27th]