Holidays, My Mom is Amazing

Well I was anticipating something happening inside emotionally during the holidays this year but wasn’t sure what. I’ve been warned by several friends that sometimes the first round of the major holidays after a divorce can be really rough. I got lots of awesome txt msgs from co-workers that know my situation, telling me that I could call them if I needed to. It was awesome of them and I was thankful. I was generally OK for Christmas for a few reasons I think. I had my sons to celebrate with and could find happiness and thankfulness with them. A big lucky bonus for me though was my mom flying up to be here for Christmas in my new apartment, being there for me to talk to, her seeing her son’s first apartment as an adult by himself (remember I was married essentially since I was 16 until last year). It was definitely an emotional ordeal and she was awesome on every level. I can’t express in words how thankful I am for her, her support, understanding, feedback, and life experience. She is selfless is so many ways.

My First “Run In”

I had an interesting experience shopping for my middle son’s birthday gifts the other day. I was heading into Best Buy with my 6 year old and low and behold in front of me were my ex and her dude all cuddly with each other, in arms, etc. They didn’t notice us so I lagged back a little and then went in. My son recognized them and said something to me and I had to respond with something light and positive. I thought I was ready to see that but out of nowhere my blood started to boil at the thought of how quickly she was able to hook up emotionally with this guy literally 2 wks after our separation and now they’re all lovey dovey with each other. Thoughts of extreme violence ran through my head, wanting to hit the fucker in the side of the head with a bat and watch him bleed to death. Thinking back to how I had invited him into my house and cooked for him as a ‘family friend’ before, hooking him up with some shoes from my retail store when my ex had told me he had no money, all while her and I were still married, while they were privately establishing feelings for each other. He even played dumb when I confronted him on hanging out with her alone while we weren’t decided yet on getting a divorce. He said he didn’t know we were having problems and was just being her friend. All those thoughts racing through my head. Here I was with my 6 year old, they’re in the same store with us unknowingly, I’m feeling violent as fuck but putting on an act for my son so that for him we’re just shopping for his brother’s birthday present. It was so hard to maintain my self control. I deserve a gold star for my academy award performance that day. I called her and she came over to my son and I in the store to talk about the birthday presents, etc.

I had to text my ex later and tell her I’m not ready to see that and that it’s best she help keep her man out of my sights for a long while. I was raised by a very intense, emotional, violent father with a vietnam/marine core background…taught to be violently vindictive if I’m disrespected or lied to. I’ve never acted on those impulses my whole life thanks to years of counseling and the fact that I have kids keeping my head on straight. It was just fucked up hard. I haven’t had a challenge like that in a long time. Whenever I start feeling like I have a full grasp on forgiveness and peace, new unexpected situations come around and set me back a few paces. Ugh. It was exhausting to say the least. Trying to let go of that yet *again*.

Girls, Girls, Girls, Not Ready Yet

So the dating/girl thing has been an interesting learning experience. I’ve dated lightly for sex with some. I’ve just hung out with others. I’ve tried a couple relationship-level girls that were really fucking cool but I ran into a snag with that stuff. It’s a mental cluster fuck trying to detach my brain from being in the marriage mindset..not knowing how to just date and keep it light. Recently I had to break up with another girl that was really into me, she was really cool, my ‘type’, the total relationship package….BUT….every time I date girls, it feels great for 2 wks and then all of a sudden I just shut down. I can’t give to the relationship. I’m still tapped out. I talked to my mom about it and she reiterated to me that I most likely need to learn how to have a relationship with myself first. Until that happens, I have nothing to offer anyone anyway. I have to remind myself that there is no timeline. I also have to remind myself of something else that my mom said which is, there’s a difference between being alone and being lonely. I need to learn how to *know* that those two are NOT one in the same. It’s mental and all within my control. So after sadly breaking it off with another really cool girl a couple days ago, hurting her feelings pretty bad, feeling guilty about it, I’ve decided to kill off all online dating accounts, telling every girl that shows interest in me that I want nothing serious right now. Period. I had so much guilt breaking it off with this last girl but my mom said that I wouldn’t be able to come to the conclusion that I NEED to be single for awhile unless I went through and botched some dates/girls, etc. It sucks people have to be hurt through all this but I guess it’s what happens. I have some other friends going through a divorce and they’re doing the same bullshit….so I guess that makes me normal? Whew.

Ready to Make 2009 My Bitch

So throughout November and December of last year I had turned into quite the double personality stoner/drinker. When I had the kids, I was a responsible and sober father figure. The moment they left my house, I’d just go on a bender with weed and drinking. Starting New Year’s Eve, I got rid of the rest of my pot, toned down the drinking and hit the gym again. My creative juices are flowing again. I got a new camera, brought all my art/painting supplies over from the old condo, set up my easel, focusing on some work side projects, and am playing lots of music at home and with my new band. I’m already starting to feel better and excited about the new year and where it’s gonna take me.

More later….thanks for reading.

Again it has been awhile since my last post. So much has changed in so little time it’s crazy.

My First Apartment

It has been so bizarre, new, scary, lonely, and amazing all at the same time. Keep in mind that this is the first time that I’ve had my own place, my own bills, my thoughts, as an adult, since my ex and I got together at 15 years old. I remember the day I was shown this apartment and it felt so weird, like I was finally really closing my last marriage chapter. I felt like I was in someone else’s body living their life. The first few weeks were gnarly, just trying to move in, get it furnished so it didn’t feel like some college dorm…making sure it could feel like a home not only for myself but more importantly for my three sons. All kinds of crazy thoughts were running through my head..will I like this? Am I comfortable? Will my kids like it ok and feel like they can call it a home? If not, what will I do then? It was insane the amount of work I had to do to make all this happen on my own both physically, financially, mentally and emotionally.

But here I am, with my own place, and my kids like it. I now love it. I’m really enjoying my life right now. I’m at a place that I thought I’d never arrive at when all this first started going down. I’ve got so much to learn still about myself but I’m so thankful for what I have.

A Serious Fucking Bender

Ok…so up above I simplified my situation a little as far as how I got to where I’m at mentally. Since I got into this apartment, MANY gnarly changes have occurred..some great..some scary..some not so great. I remember once I got settled into this place back in mid September, when I was done moving in and putting everything away. I was getting anxiety every time I didn’t have the kids because I was super fucking lonely, didn’t know what to do with myself. Some of my darkest shit started creeping up to the surface, stuff that I never really worked out in counseling when I thought I had. My female abandonment issues came back but in a different morphed version. Issues with my father’s violence, guilt for treating my little brother like shit since my dad was like that to me….it all started to kick in heavy.

I had a few days here and there where I would go downtown by myself, smoke weed, drink my fucking guts out, and just walk around crying my eyes out in some parking structure somewhere. I couldn’t believe I was doing that shit. Here I was, grown man, good father of three sons, always been a stable adult, and I was a mess, actually contemplating driving off a cliff at times in a drunken sad ball of fury. How the hell could I feel so out of control all of a sudden? I was so fucking lonely I could die. I was feeling depressed, jealous that my ex had her comfy new man and had someone to go home to when I had the kids, someone to share stuff with, etc. I was hating shit. I couldn’t wait to get my kids back every week to give me some reason to stay alive and have some excuse to at least act like I was happy…cause every time they’d go back with their mom, I had anxiety because I knew the time to be alone with my demons had a approached. Those days were hell. This weekly bender thing went on for at least a month.

Awakening To The Next Phase of Healing

So I started reading some books about divorce and anger and healing ’cause I knew that I really needed to pull my head out of my angry ass sooner than later. I had a great job and 3 sons that needed the best dad they could have, the one they truly deserved. They needed to have a wonderful time while they were with me that was full of love, affection, camaraderie, guidance, structure, and fun. I couldn’t do that for them if I was flailing around like an ass.

I was finding that  while my roots are in Christianity and still are, the practical philosophies and practices in Buddhism were so amazing and simple and actually were in line with my Christianity that I was stoked. It was like everything that I thought was judgmental and awful and twisted about Christianity because of what human beings had done with it here on earth, I could move on from and disregard. I finally found a philosophy that was realistic and logical that would actually allow me to eventually become the spiritual guy I’ve always wanted to be. I first read Dharma Punx, a memoir written by Noah Levine. Based in Santa Cruz, CA, he talked about his childhood as a punk rock kid, with a passion and penchant for music, lots of idealism, angry at the world and all it’s oppressions, doing drugs, starting fights, making excuses for all of his bullshit behavior. Then it goes into his transformation into being essentially a practicing Buddhist on a major level and how he switched to different railroad tracks to serve and love others and appreciate everything around him, being in the moment and at peace. Definitely and excellent read.

Another one I’ve been reading that is awesome and I’m not done with it yet is called Storms Can’t Hurt The Sky, by Gabriel Cohen. It does apply the Buddhist teachings to divorce but it also just covers some generally great concepts in Buddhism that are realistic. One of the things that has helped me in this book is the concept of “Desirous Attachment”. We are notorious as human beings for attaching our happiness to objects or people or beings outside of ourselves. The problem here with that approach is obvious. These things are always fleeting, they always let us down, we have no control over them, and more. This book has really helped me to start to find peace within myself by letting go of the things that I can’t control, the things that aren’t tangible that you can’t hold in your hand – i.e. the past, the future. Those things don’t exist, yet think about how often we spin our wheels in our heads about shit we couldn’t control yesterday and things that we can’t control tomorrow cause tomorrow isn’t even here yet or real?! It’s insane to think about how much time I’ve wasted, how much energy I’ve spent, how much quality time with my children or friends and family that I didn’t allow myself to fully experience because my brain was spun up somewhere else. I get choked up just thinking about it. Anyway…I’ll fold up my soapbox now about that subject. The bottom line is, even if you aren’t getting a divorce, this book has some practical stuff in it that can be applied to just about anything. I hate reading books because I’m so impatient and learn visually and by doing but  it was an easy read for me.

The Here And Now

So here I am. It’s November, almost December. Other than the fact that Nov. 20 would’ve been our 15 year anniversary and I had a little breakdown and some crying/sobbing about that, I’ve been much more stable and just exploring myself and dating a little here and there, nothing too serious on purpose of course. I’m starting to really see the light that I have coming towards me with regards to inner peace, and the desire to start getting back into the things that I love the most: my kids, photography, music, art, and film.

I’m sure I’ll have more to say next month! Thanks for reading. I promise to write up all my latest struggles, lessons I’m learning, and triumphs through all this. I hope that if anything comes of this blog, it’s that someone else going through what I went through sees that their lives are special and unique and that they can make of it whatever they choose to.

Onward!

So here I am again on an airplane. It’s a good place to type up blog posts ’cause there’s no job, no ex, no kids, no friends, no distractions. I can just listen to music and get out the next round of information.

The Rebound
I never wanted to be a statistic. I never wanted to be the guy where everyone knew what I was gonna do next, how I was gonna feel, where I was gonna blow it, and worse….knew I’d do what everyone else did when they got divorced…..rebound hard like a motherfucker. In a fucked up hurt panic state I immediately in May started looking online at dating sites and met someone quickly that was actually really fucking cool…within two weeks of all this even starting to go down. All my friends warned me, my counselor warned me..”dude you aren’t ready, you are still so hurt and angry, give yourself some space to digest all of this crazy shit going on in your life.” Being the indignant bastard that I can be, I plunged in deep making commitments to this person, having never known any other mindset other than marriage since my ex and I got together so young. I was pouring on the love to this person so hard that they latched on like any sensitive loving person would. I woke up one morning a few weeks ago and was like, ‘oh shit, what have I done?

I’m not ready for anyone right now’…but the damage was done. I had hurt this person bad. Their heart, at least temporarily, became a casualty of my pain from my divorce. I ended that stint but we are still friends and she’s been, even though hurt, extremely understanding. I was so disappointed in myself for doing that to someone and for doing something that was so known to happen. My mom married off the rebound and stayed married for nine years, ending up with another pregnancy and eventually divorce. I’m so glad I thought hard about what she had done and made changes to not fall into that trap…for the sake of this girl I briefly dated, and for the sake of my own well being and growth.

The Demons Not Dealt With
After I left this girl, immediately I uncovered massive amounts of anger that I had not resolved, sadness and depression that I had not healed from enough to pull myself out of the pit of tar like emotional shit that I was stuck in from my ex leaving me. I went back to where I was – looping on crap that I couldn’t control. At that time we hadn’t figured out what we were gonna do with the condo yet and now that I had broken up with that girl, I was on my own to find a place to sleep when I was not sleeping at the condo. Nothing sucks more than being a grown man with 3 kids, begging your friends to sleep on their couch, interrupting their quiet evenings after work when they want to be alone and enjoy their marriage(s). One night I came down with the stomach flu at my friends house in the middle of the night but couldn’t go back to the condo cause it was my ex’s turn to sleep there. I was at an all time low for me – no girl in my life, no place to go without the guilt of disturbing others, puking my brains out in their bathroom at 3AM in someone else’s house. I felt like I had nothing (which wasn’t true but my depression was taking over). I went to a counselor and she asked me a few questions and said it was obvious I was depressed, probably worse than I’ve ever been. I was so sad I had no one by my side and no where to go. I was so sick of living out of a fucking suitcase when I had worked so hard for so many years providing for a family. I was at a point where my happiness in front of the kids became an act. I felt so shitty about that cause it had nothing to do with them…I was just so bummed. The men in my family do NOT like to ask for help from anyone. I was raised by a marine and we always were expected to do shit on our own and never ask for help. That extreme is not healthy but it’s how I was raised..now I was groveling…

The Numbers
This paragraph will seem abrupt from the last one but it ties in. I realized that the main thing stopping me from moving on was this condo I was still having to live in. I needed my own space. I need somewhere to go to be me and to heal, unfettered. We talked to a real estate agent and the amount we owed vs. the amount it was worth in this wonderful housing market right now was looking bleak, like our condo was just gonna fuck with us for the next year. We looked into a short sale, etc and nothing was lining up. We consulted with an attorney and he brought up filing for bankruptcy. We started to really discuss it and it sounds pretty nice. It allowed us to hit the reset button on our finances and all the holes we had dug ourselves into with the condo, etc….all the living beyond our means, and decided it was the best option. I would now be able to save money and find a place for myself…the moment I’ve been needing and waiting for…the light at the end of the tunnel that wasn’t a train coming at me.

I’ve since started moving in, have slept there, gotten some furniture in there that is halfway decent. My next step this weekend is to build out the boys rooms with furniture and some of there personal stuff from the other place so that it can start to feel like a real home for them. We told our 5 year old the situation last weekend and he *seemed* to take it ok the way that we described it to him. We both met with our counselor to make sure we broke him the news. I’m hoping that by October 1st I can have the whole place ready so that I don’t ever have to sleep in that condo again and really start moving on permanently.

New Experiences
So since I’m not going to seriously date anyone right now, I’ve been exposed to the casual dating thing. When a male is in their teens/twenties they’re supposed to date, have sex, figure out what works for them in a woman and what doesn’t. I never did that so I’m kinda playing catch up. I’ve had some encounters that were casual and consentual with other females, etc. Maybe it’s cause I’m in my 30’s but while I have a high sex drive and love adventure, after it happens I feel really empty inside. I really miss being physical with someone I actually love and care about. It kinda hit me like a ton of bricks this weekend at my brother’s wedding. Maybe I’m making too big of a deal it but afterwards it’s like, while the sex is, by my standards, good, part of me is like….umm..that’s all there is in that life? This is all new territory to me and I’m sure I’ll be able to relax about it and eventually not overanalyze casual encounters and just enjoy them for what they are, it’s just hard to digest for me right now I guess. I feel so under developed in this area emotionally and it’s hard to not feel like I’m an alien. Maybe I just shouldn’t worry about it. It’s such a conflict internally to be geared towards being in a relationship mindset because I was married for so many years but other parts of me are now growing up. It’s like I’m now traversing my late teens, then my early 20’s, then my mid 20’s all in like a 6-12 month period. It kinda scrambles the brain a little bit. The journey is a trip nonetheless…

More later….

There have been so many changes inside me since my last post. Thanks to all for the continued support as I’ve gone through this crazy shit. A lot of great things have happened to me. My close friends have become closer. I recently got a new job, one that after 13+ years in the same industry is finally what I really want to do, allowing me to do some traveling, which in turn provides me with some time to think and grow as an individual.

The fog of anger, sadness, desperation is finally starting to clear out of my packed, confused, and in many cases immature head. Because we got together so young, while there were parts of me that had to grow up fast to be the bread winner for our family, to be a father, to be a husband, there were parts of me that just never had a chance to grow up. It all kinda hit me a week or so ago. Some of these facets of me just abruptly stopped their development when I was 16 because I was basically married at that point. I spent my 20’s raising children, working a day job, trying to be a husband. Her and I both were trying to be something we were totally ill-equipped to be. I have to say that our kids have turned out great, are full of self-esteem, and communicate their thoughts and feelings with us openly. In some ways they’re more clear headed that I am since they don’t have all the baggage.

The ex and I are becoming increasingly good friends and are working together to deal with selling our condo and getting our lives on track. I know she has no intention of continuing counseling which I think is a mistake for her but that’s not for me to worry about anymore. Furthermore my well being is not for her to worry about as much anymore either. We will make our beds and we will lay in them, just as we did when we got married and had children too young.

There were so many parts of me that were locked away, core parts of me that were normal for my personality, that are positive traits but that were just not compatible with my previous wife, traits that are compatible with other females. I’ve started hanging out with a female that on the surface is a better match for me but I need to be careful with this shit. I remember when the heaviest of strings in my life were detached from my heart, I was in a hurry to reattach them, and if not the ones from my ex, any heavy emotional strings from someone else that I could find as soon as possible. I thought that if I didn’t, I would bleed to death and that those holes would not be able to heal on their own.

I realized that even though I have a self-absorbed personality, I’ve been pretty much looking out for others my whole life. I emotionally shouldered the burden of  my parents divorce to protect myself and my brother. I met my ex in high school, she was co-dependent and quiet and shy so I knew I could protect her from the world and life and took that on. We then had kids and I then was here on this planet to protect them and work too many hours to provide for them, missing out on all the little things that are important in their lives.

Through all this I realized that I had not once taken any time to care for my own heart, figure out who I was, analyze what all my issues were, what kind of mate I’d like to be with, what I wanted and needed in a relationship, what I wanted to do as a career….I just kept going and going, sacrificing myself logistically and emotionally for others, and resenting it in many cases.

As this fog clears, I see there are now so may gaps in who I am as a mate, a father, an individual. I’m now working to fill these gaps through counseling and changing my habits. I now see the kids for half the week and instead of coming home and working some more while they sit around and watch TV, I make sure we go somewhere, anywhere…to the beach, out to eat, to the park…somewhere that we can interact with each other for a few hours and be silly and create smiles and memories that I probably appeared to never be interested in with them before.

We were so young and I had to work to make sure we weren’t poor like I was. I just got stuck in that mindset of making sure I always had work to do so that we’d never be poor and things would always be stable. There was a price that had to be paid for that and in many ways I believe the kids paid that price. I also paid the price for not learning how to smell the roses and losing touch with the ones that were most important to me.

The thing is I can’t beat myself up for that crap. Now is the opportunity for me to switch the railroad tracks, to fill all those gaps inside my psyche and heart that I have as a result of being so young, being a child, rushing into making adult decisions. It’s time to reprogram my relationship with my children so that it’s more connected, in tune and present. It brings me to tears even typing this as I sit on an airplane for a business trip right now. I forgive myself but I think it will always be hard to talk about.

I’ll be starting a weekly meditation class, painting more, playing drums more, doing more photography, reading more books, taking the kids on more trips with just their dad, more than they ever thought we’d do because of who I was before. I’m excited about the canvas that is empty and laid out before me in all facets of my life. I still struggle here and there to see the endless potential still because I spent so many years as a rat in a cage of accountability and responsibility that had no light outside. The door to the cage is wide open but parts of me want to try and close it again cause it’s all I know. Fortunately I have so many people in my life that are encouraging me and keeping me on track, encouraging me to leave the cage and explore.

I’m working hard towards being more centered with everything and everyone around me…..I have so much work to do but I’m so excited to have the opportunity to do so.

More later.

So last Saturday was indeed one of the most intense days I’ve had in a long time. We had scheduled to tell our older sons, 11 and 12, that we were getting divorced. I’ve felt sick about it for a couple weeks. While I knew this divorce was gonna be one that was not chaotic and malicious and fucked up, I still had flashbacks to my own parents divorce, which was shitty. They yelled at each other, my mom just straight up bailed, my dad had women coming in and out of the house that were sort of bonding with us. I had to remind myself that my divorce was most likely gonna be nothing like my own parents divorce.

We took them to a secluded beach and basically just laid it out to them. My ex was the one to initially tell them and I started filling in the gaps with more information. Both of them broke down in front of us, which we expected, and she and I did as well. It was really hard and rough for about 30 minutes. Afterwards, they gathered themselves up and asked us more questions about the logistics, etc. Once we clarified with them that the only major difference was that we’d have two differences places to live between us, that we’d have to do some schedule juggling, but that their schools/friends/support/their parents involvement, will all stay the same.

The kids have some good long vacations and breaks away from all this with my mom, etc. so that’ll allow us to work through the logistical stuff and selling our house, dealing with clean up, and more.

More to come on this front….

Recovery Has Begun

It’s been a long gnarly ride this last month or so. I’ve been through so much shit, wading through the tarpits of my childhood, my past, my patterns and how all this tied into my previous marriage, fucked up half of it, and contributed to bringing it to an end.

The most important thing for me here is that even though there was all that grief and pain and misery, I feel stronger than ever right now as an individual, I feel like I have more tools now than I’ve ever had to tackle my next chapters in my life. I’m learning to just enjoy being me for me. I’m learning to enjoy my 3 sons more and all their little moments. Life is starting to feel good.

During my marriage, I had locked away so many things that were core parts of me because they were incompatible with my wife. These were things that were important for me to express and use and share with people. I had shut all that down for years and it turned me into this moody pseudo-depressed weirdo. It turned me into everything I hate about my dad. I love my dad and he has many great qualities but he’s just a downer. I was headed in that direction. I’m so glad I’m not now.

Through this process, my relationship with my sons, my mom, and my close friends, have all gotten even closer. Most importantly during these tough times, with God’s help, my relationship with myself has begun the process of building and assembling. I’m a super social guy and normally idle time with no one around me fucks with my head. I’m now starting to embrace time alone, reading a book, listening to music, doing more photography and art, thinking about things more methodically and a couple times through before executing on a plan. I’ve been reading the Bible a lot as well as some amazing translations of some Buddhist passages. There are so many peaceful introspective parallels between both paths.

Something New

So I met a new female friend. We’re just friends. There’s no dating or sex or any of that right now. We’re just hanging out and talking about life. She has turned me on to a meditation retreat at spiritrock.com. You basically go there and sit for hours in total silence so that you can clear your head from work and everything else. I really want do this and I’m afraid at the same time. I heard that some gnarly stuff comes up in your mind as time passes with no audio or visual stimulation. Layers of your daily life spin around and eventually fall off of your mind, making way for other stuff that sits deeper down below. Being someone that is accustomed to needing constant external stimulation, this exercise will be the opposite of anything that is me, which is why it excites and scares the shit out of me at the same time.

Surfing The Couches

During this month while we figure out how to sell our condo, we won’t be paying for another ‘cabin’ type thing so I’ll be couch surfing on and off for a little bit. A few weeks ago it would’ve bothered me but I’m looking at it as part of my self-development during this transition. I’ll be meeting new people along the way, catching up with old friends when I crash at their house, etc. I’m looking forward to it now. The dynamic environment changes will be really great for me I think.

I’m off to go hang with my sons for a little bit, work a little bit, hit the gym, take some pictures, and then maybe visit a friend later.

Until the next post…:-)

So as I turn the corner from the initial shakedown of all this and move into self-discovery mode,  I will be posting only a couple times a week as opposed to every day. Posting every day was getting me through the minutiae of the last phase I was going through when all this started. It was a place to vent, rant, work through my thoughts by writing them out. I’m starting to move past that now and am focusing on myself, going through some self-actualization, traversing mental landscapes inside myself that I had locked away for so long, starting the journey of figuring out who I really am since I never had a chance to do so for the last 15 years.

I’m starting to meet new people now outside of my normal grind and am experiencing new things about myself already. We have a lot to work through on the logistical front for the divorce and we are going to tell the kids after school gets out so we don’t ruin the rest of the school year for them.

Balancing My Head vs. My Heart

I’m working on some key stuff from counseling right now that is really great. One of my first issues is that as an extrovert, I’ve always just splattered my stuff against a wall for everyone to see and look at, wearing my heart on my sleeve at all times, I feel it and say it out loud, my nerve endings on the outside of my body. My next step with this is to learn how to be more selective with the things I talk about, balancing out my head vs. my heart when I think through stuff, learning how to have things for myself that are mine so that I can break the habit of feeling like everything I have going on mentally/emotionally fun and otherwise, I need to share it with everyone. While I’m not planning on bottling anything up, I just need to learn that my heart, my brain are mine and that I can spend some time in my head figuring things out at a slower pace. For the longest time, out of neediness, my own co-dependency, my own insecurities, I’ve always felt secure only if I’m engaging everyone in my own chaos and shit. It’s time to re-evaluate that and it’s time to stop.

I’m gonna head off to do some photography and bbq with some friends. More to come later.

After work today I was able to go downtown, get a haircut, grab a beer, have a salad, and just walk around for a little bit. I took a walk on the beach to unwind. While there’s still so much to do and work through logistically and work through with the kids, I feel like it’s more manageable now since my head isn’t all fucked up.

I can feel my heart wanting to regress and start spinning on the pain again but I’m getting better about pulling myself out of it whereas before I felt like I was drowning in it. I got home and was able to relax with my sons and then my ex went out.

Yesterday my counselor said that right now, since we’re still in this condo, we aren’t truly divorced yet. It’s more like ‘playing divorce’. I agree with that. That is why it’s still hard sometimes for me because we don’t have our separate lives yet. It’s hard to start building on myself as an individual when we still have this condo because it’s covered in our ‘old lives’. It’s difficult to envision my ‘new life’ right now. This situation doesn’t seem to bother my ex as it does me as she has already moved on emotionally/mentally. She is excited about her future and thinking about nothing else. I think she still is in a la la land a little bit but it is what it is.

There’s still lots to do and hopefully we can move on quickly this summer.

I’m moving into a new phase now. I don’t have much to say about today.

I had an individual counseling session and we spent most of time just discussing how we’re gonna tell our kids on Sunday and the things that will come up for me as an individual as I learn about myself.

The pain is now starting to subside, I’m healing for sure, I anticipate other weird feelings but my friendship with the ex is already getting more communicative and peaceful in a more genuine sort of way. I’m trying to just focus on that and the kids.

I’m able to focus at work now MUCH better, I’m staying on track with exercise and good eating and my appetite is finally starting to come back, which is a good sign for me. I’m not feeling so angry and resentful anymore. I’m also starting to line up some activities for myself that I enjoy doing, day trips, photography, playing drums again, and regrouping with some old friends I’ve met throughout my career to get my feet back on the ground and out of the tar pit of grief. How’s that for a run-on sentence?

More tomorrow.

It was a trippy day today. My feelings were again all over the place. But I have to say that today is my first day towards real acceptance and somewhat of a milestone for me moving forward.

I went to go look at an apartment today that was totally cheap. We currently own our condo but she has no career/money-making power and she needs a place to house the kids most of the time. The apartment was just too small and miserable but is the only think we can afford if we keep the condo. The market sucks so I told her that I’d rather we figure out a way to get rid of it so I can pay her more money a month while she gets work AND so that I can have more money a month to have a decent place of my own and not live under someone’s house. She agreed right away so we’re working that one out.

My First “Dose” of The New Relationship

My feelings have been holding my attachment to my marriage in for a long time. Today I actually had a nice open, non stressful conversation with my ex-wife about this guy at the studio, dating in general for both of us. She clued me in on what she’s going through and even asked me in friendly way if I’ve been dating and suggested that I go out and enjoy it and she planned on doing the same. It was the first time though that I didn’t feel weird and hurt when we talked about it. We actually talked like real friends, all normal and relaxed, etc.

It felt bizarre but I know that’s where I’m supposed to be with it, more and more as every day passes. I was finally able to pull my shit together at work as well. My head has been in a looping state for the last month, filled with anger, confusion, betrayal, sadness, worry, anxiety, all changing within hours at times. I lost like 14 lbs in 2 weeks. I’ve been exercising but still can’t totally eat. Although I’ve noticed my appetite is slowly coming back.

Now if we can just gracefully get rid of this condo so we can truly restart our lives things will be pretty good. Our next big emotional issue is that we have to tell the kids on Sunday what’s happening. Hopefully that’s the last of the big boots to the head. I’m not looking forward to it but my ex and I are on the same page with delivering the information and supporting them.

Off to watch Immortal Beloved….

Peace out.