I have decided to document my daily life (as it relates to my heartache). I figure two things can be accomplished here:
1. It will be therapuetic for me to express my feelings this way.
2. I can print this a year from now and laugh my ass off at all the stupid things I did.
Here goes...
Day 1
(actually, this is about Day 15, but since it’s my first journal log, I’ll call it day one).
My current wife (who has already filed for divorce, and whom I work with), didn’t come to work today. I thought to myself “Whew, I don’t have to see her today, so I’ll be able to put it out of my mind”. WRONG. I ended up calling her at home.
We talked for about 45 minutes, and I probably said the same crap I’ve said the last 200 times I’ve talked to her over the last 15 days. And, got the same results. Nothing.
I did realize today that I wasn’t going to be moving back into my home or my life with her…not now, and quite possibly not ever.
The pain comes in waves now. Which, as odd as it sounds is a bit of a relief. At least it isn’t there all the time like it has been.
Honestly, I am starting to wonder if it is her physical beauty (and the sex) that I miss…rather than “just being with her”. IF that’s the case…I may be a more shallow person than I realized. I guess that’s what this time is for…to find answers to those sort of questions.
Tomorrow I begin moving into my own apartment. The thought of living alone scares me and makes me want to vomit at the same time. But, I can’t just fall into a fetal position and cry myself to sleep in my Mom’s guest bedroom. I guess I could, but I’m pretty sure life would spiral downward at a record setting pace.
I keep asking myself why I am allowing myself to feel this way…after all, I am the one that controls my life. I don’t require someone else to make me happy or sad. Easier to say those things than to live them I suppose.
I did notice a cute inter that is working in our office this summer….what the hell is wrong with me? I’m obviously not thinking with the right brain.
Well, if I’m lucky, I’ll get weak again and call her tonight, and mumble the same crap all over again, then feel sorry for myself for getting the same result I always get.
I want to regain my confidence and self control…but at this point, I can honestly say I want to regain those things to become more attractive for her…which isn’t the right reasons.
Well…time to go put off some more work and spend a good portion of the day thinking about how great things were when we were together.