- “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,” he used to say. “You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
All journeys begin with a first step of one sort or another. And tonight, we took one, Arwyn and I. At least this is how the therapist put it; taking a significant step.
We had not met with our therapist for several weeks, not since the session right before the movie. You DO remember “Date Night” right?
I had honestly been thinking about our little homework assignment since that time, but we have both been so busy, it would have been such a contrived thing. But I went back and forth on it. Arwyn is who she is, which means she is not really a sexual creature, at least with me. I honestly could not see how I could do anything meaningful to change anything. The 3 weeks passed and in that amount of time, Arwyn and I did have a few battles about money as we are in full-blown house reconstruction mode. And there are ooodles and oodles of decisions to be made and all of them involve money. My opinion of Arwyn’s handling of money is not very high at all. In my mind, giving her a large pile of cash is like giving a teenager a bottle of whiskey and the keys to the car.
These money squabbles were discussed some and it was amazing how she claimed to have discussions that we didn’t have. Arwyn has demonstrated before that she is willing to engage in deception, if not outright lying, but sometimes my brain CAN get addled. But not about money.
We moved from the money and got into a discussion about our sleeping arrangements in the new house. Here in our temp house, I have been in my room/office and she has been upstairs in the master bedroom. This is similar to what it was before the fire. So for quite some time, we have kept our own spaces. Even before that, you might recall that she slept in the inverted sleeping position for years and years. Here’s an old post from the old blog in order give you a little idea as to what those days were like. I look at a few of the comments from back then, and see the truth I could not see then.
I stated that I really could not see Arwyn and I sharing space, much less a bed together.
At this point, I think our therapist went back to parsing out what was happening. This was not something that was just a year or two or three in the making. She started asking when and how long this business of seperating and the lousy/sparse sex had been going on. Let’s see…our youngest is 11…so a good long while. So she asked Arwyn how long she has been sexually disengaged. Arwyn went back to about 1999. When the therapist asked her if she could envision sharing a bed or having a real sexual relationwhip with me again, Arwyn stated she could not.
So how did I feel about that? This happened to be the therapists question and I had to think a bit. Honestly, I felt slightly relieved. It was a truth I had been feeling for a very long time. It was actually some relief to have it right out there. And that answered the question about sleeping arrangements. We were each keen to have our own space and this new house would enable that as we had closed off an area to make an office about the size of the master bedroom. That would be my space.
“You do realize this is the first step to you no longer being a couple, right?” Our therapist was making sure we understood.
I pointed out this had been a matter of fact and truth for a very long time. At least now we were being explicit about it. It was now an honest move, and perhaps one of the first real and genuine ones Arwyn and I have made in years and one that we both agreed on.
Many of you saw it coming a long time ago. Some did back in 2005, but I felt like I had to give it my best. And I really think I did. But Arwyn had already checked out years earlier. Whatever I did was too little or too late and nothing I did could dent that wall. This does not mean there is no caring between us. Or even a love of a sort. But we are definitely not in IN love. Not as what I would construe as husband and wife.
Our therapist seemed to resign at this point. Neither of us were fighting or contending for this marriage. I suppose as long as one of us was willing to try there was always some hope. But I’m spent and have not the energy for a campaign or long siege.
I readily admit that the first few years of our marriage I fucked up. I was pretty horrid and useless and Arwyn suffered for it. But I did spend time trying to atone for those early sins. And I did suffering of my own, long and mightily. At some point, the suffering ceases to be instructive and is simply pointless. That doesn’t mean I won’t continue to suffer. But at least it will be in my own space. And maybe…perhaps…it will lessen slightly. We can finally be honest without the pretense and the charade. I just don’t have the energy or time for that.
Ain’t nobody got time for that!