I Remember. Part 2.

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I remember being aware that things in our marriage had not been going well for a month or two but I wasn’t terribly concerned as we loved each other didn’t we?

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I remember assuming she understood why I was doing the things I was doing and working all the hours possible. I was wrong.

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I remember her saying she wanted to have a serious chat with me. I don’t remember exactly when it was now but I remember quite distinctly where it took place. I sat next to her and she told me she didn’t love me any more and that she wanted a divorce. She cried while she told me.

I remember being speechless. My whole being was screaming at me to say something and to put this right and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t speak.

I remember her saying it wasn’t me, it was her that had changed and she assured me there was no one else. I knew that very soon I would wake up from this God awful nightmare. I still haven’t.

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I remember that shortly afterwards, I watched her and our children driving away from what had been our home. I stood at the door and I did nothing to stop them going. I was frozen. I watched them go and I did nothing to stop them going.

I remember thinking as I shut the door;

“How the bloody hell did you manage to screw that up?”

I remember I cried. I cried tears for days and I cried out with the pain and the agony that I felt. I still do. I see a couple walking along holding hands or I hear a particular song on the radio and it brings back the pain.

I remember my whole world started to unravel very, very quickly and I fell to bits. I was devastated. I was crushed. How could I have not seen this developing and done something about it? How could I be so stupid? So cocksure?

I remember getting absolutely wasted and staying like that for some days.

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I remember the loneliness. God. How I remember the loneliness.

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I remember finding out that there was indeed someone else and I remember the anger I felt at the deception. We had never lied to each other and this was a low blow and the anger and bitterness swelled up inside me.

I remember how the anger faded. If this is what makes the woman I love happy then I really ought to go with that. I wanted her to be happy more than anything else and if it destroyed me in the process then so be it.

I remember the help and wisdom and support I got from my sister and her husband. Boo and Gupta saw me through some pretty dark days and they were always there for me. They still are. Boo, more than anyone else, knows what I went through and what I still go through every day. They are both the most incredible and kind people.

I remember that she never once stopped me from seeing our children whenever I wanted and to take them abroad on holiday but it broke my heart again every time I walked away from them. And from her.

I remember I didn’t eat very often and then after years I thought to myself that I really should put myself back together again. I was unrecognisable to the person I used to be.

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I remember that I didn’t know where to start. How do you put a puzzle back together again if many of the pieces are gone? They’re missing never to return. Other pieces that had never been there before appeared and got slotted in somewhere. I had to work from the ground up. I didn’t know what to do with the pieces I kind of recognised let alone how to deal with the bits I didn’t.

I remember eventually returning to something approaching normal. Some people say that a Piscean is never actually what you see on the outside and that was true of me then and also of me now. The happy person cracking jokes on the outside that people see is concealing the utter mess and turmoil on the inside.

I remember getting into a relationship with another woman. It was nice but there was no spark and it didn’t last long.

I remember her relationship started to go wrong. It had been going wrong for a while, but I wasn’t pleased. The woman I love was in turmoil and as her relationship grew ever more sour, it started to become violent and as I was to find out, he had used violence for some time. She is no angel but violence towards women is a no-no in my book.

I remember getting a phone call from her. She was scared. The children were at school and she was under threat. I left to go there. She rang while I was on my way to say he was now going to attack me if I came, so don’t come. I still went.

I remember that despite being half my age and twice my size we fought. He needed to know that to attack her was to attack me and consequences for his actions were involved.

I remember that they decided to live apart and she rented a nice house for her and the children to live in. I would visit as would he. I would bring the boys back from football on a sunday and mow the grass and we would have lunch. He was often there. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with this but I saw my children and I saw her and spent time in their company.

I remember one sunday I was there and they had argued and she didn’t want to see him that day. He turned up.I said he wasn’t welcome today and it kicked off again. In front of my children! I didn’t want them to see this. I got him out of the house but I took some damage doing it. A lengthy visit to A&E was involved. I don’t ever remember seeing him again after that.

I remember that after that incident she and our children lived in fear of him turning up again but I wasn’t allowed to stay and protect them.

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I remember thinking; “This really won’t do.”

More Dick soon.

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I’m not sure I can continue. I will try.

9 responses to “I Remember. Part 2.

  1. Pretty deep stuff… Actually bringing tears to my eyes… I am a hormonal fucktard though

    Waiting for part 3 šŸ˜˜

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    • Good morning chick. How are you? This is a pleasant surprise. Unusual for me to write like this as you know and I’ll probably write Part 3 and maybe even a Part 4 later. Don’t worry, normal service will be resumed soon where the depressed maniac pretends to be happy as a pig in poo and everyone falls for it. I apologise for making you cry sweetness.

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  2. I don’t know if it matters, but I really want to hear the rest of your story. More than that, I want you to be in a place where you can tell it without immense pain. I’ve never much thought of how the ‘other man’ can be a victim too, and I’m sincerely sorry for your experience, as well as hers and the children you share. I hope that you’ve already reached a place of healing, even though I have no idea how your story ends, or if it has even ended.

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  3. The Ranting Monkey

    Wow, that is heart breaking. Thank you for sharing that, I can’t imagine it was easy to live through let alone relive as a tale to us. The line “How do you put a puzzle back together again if many of the pieces are gone” may be the best one I’ve read in years.

    I’m sorry you had to go through all of this and thank you for sharing the story.

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    • Thank you. It was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done and one of the hardest decisions to make. Do I tell this story? If I do, how do I tell it without upsetting those who are also involved? Not sure if a shit storm is heading my way just yet!

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      • The Ranting Monkey

        I’ve had that feeling many times when I’ve wrote about people who are still in my life. I won’t lie to you, I have censored many portions to protect the innocent and the guilty. But there are somethings you can’t get around. Sometimes the actions involved can’t be sugarcoated or left out.

        I didn’t read anything horrible. Heart breaking, yeah. Uncommon in the relations of men and women? Not at all.

        If someone does get mad at what you shared, they’ll get over it. This kind of writing is very cathartic. And you did it well.

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      • Thanks mate. I intend to do a Part 4 where I’m going to talk about has time healed and all that stuff. It won’t be for a few days now as I start back at work for the next 4 days.
        It was sometimes difficult deciding what to include and what to leave out. Her trust in me is incredibly important and I didn’t want to erode that in any way. Hopefully I succeeded.

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  4. We just send our love. Come & see us very soon. We miss your company & care about you very much. Love Gupta & Boo X

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