I miss my husband.
I miss his steadfast, solid, calmness.
I miss being able to lean into him.
I don’t know how to navigate the waters of a contentious relationship with my oldest child without him. My new husband is angry about him hurting me. He doesn’t have the same attachment my dead husband had.
I don’t know how to navigate the waters of a potential diagnosis for my kid. I mean – I did it with my husband. I navigated all those moments of discussing it with doctors, but this is my CHILD. The person who helped bring her into the world and he’s NOT here to be all the things I miss about him while I panick and cry and fall apart.
My current husband loves me. He adores me. He’s there for me in every way.
But he has a detachment that allows him to be passionate about the injustices to ME which leaves me feeling like I have to fight on two fronts – angry/frustrated about whatever situation but at times having to defend the situation.
I miss my kid. The one who wasn’t so angry at the world and who I could talk to about everything. He doesn’t get that he and his kids ARE important to me. He doesn’t care that I’m going through my own shit. He doesn’t know. Doesn’t ask. Just sees that I’m not there for him in the way he wants. He doesn’t care what it would have cost me, personally, financially, emotionally to step out of my life to be there in his.
All he sees is I wasn’t there.
And now we’re fighting because of it.
And he’s too angry with the world and at women in general to stop and listen or see my side. And now I cannot see a way around it or to fix it.
And I miss my husband because he would have been the negotiator. The mediator. The peace-maker.
My current husband is just angry at the fact that I’m hurting.
I miss him. My husband who was the rock, the glue in our lives.