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Always His Princess

The “His” in this case isn’t The Prince, but The King,  My Father.

I told them.  I went to my parents and I told them.  After the inital shock and usual questions, my father went into his logical, protective but caring mode.  He loves me and I will always be his little girl so he wants to help me to be happy.  I know this, I understand this and I accept his help without thinking, like an instinct I was born with and can’t change.  He will pay for the lawyer, help me pay for a better apartment than I can afford on my own, help me move to and furnish said apartment.  I tell myself now I will pay him back when the divorce is finalized and the dust settles.  I tell myself over and over this is just a loan.  This is not a sign of weakness, just a sign that money is tight for me.  So why do I feel so bad about taking his help?  Why do I feel like I’m a child again?  Why am I afraid to let The Prince know that my father is doing all of this for me?  I know that answer I don’t need to hear it from him.  The use of “Princess” like a dirty word and reminders that I have this option while he doesn’t.

So here I am feeling guilty for my parents’ relative wealth and my feelings of weakness for not being able to do it on my own.  Then the first song I hear this morning on the radio… I remember hearing this when I was a kid thinking I liked the song, but I never thought it would apply to me.

Hall & Oates – Rich Girl

And don’t you know, don’t you know
That it’s wrong to take what he’s giving you
So far gone on your own
But you can get along if you try to be strong
But you’ll never be strong cause

This week I need to focus on what I want.  It will help because at the end of this week I will finally be telling my parents what’s going on.  I will also be making appointments to look at some apartments. Job or no job, down economy or not, I need to move on, I know this.  So I need to remember what it is that I want out of being on my own.

I want to be on my own.  I want to live without justifying everything I do to someone else.  I want to not have to tell someone what I’m doing every second of every day.  I want to enjoy the silence of being home alone.  I want to focus on making me a better me.  I want to focus on my passions without the guilt that I’m ignoring someone else.  I want to travel and see friends.  I want to go to sleep without feeling emotional tension.  I want to smile more.  I want to remember who I am.  I want people to notice something is different with me but they can’t figure out what.  I want to spend the summer decorating a new apartment for me.  I want to love the woman in the mirror again.  I want to thank my friends who have been reassuring me that there is life after divorce.  I want to find the strength to be on my own.  I want to be happy.

There is more that I want but there are some noticeable items not on that list.  I don’t want to start dating again, not for some time.  I need to be on my own for sometime before I am willing to let anyone else into my life.  I don’t want to fall in love again.  At least not for awhile, I might be being cautious, but I need time before I can go there again.  I do not want to rely on someone else to help me define myself.  I need to know who I am  I don’t want to get remarried.  This might change but in all honesty, I don’t see the point.  I did it once and it didn’t work out.  Something about learning from your mistakes and those who don’t learn from history are bound to repeat it.  I’m not saying I won’t, who knows I might meet that right person who I can’t live without, but right now I can’t live without me and I’ve been doing that for too long.

I have a lot to do in the next few weeks, I will keep my focus and remember what I want.  I will get there.

I find myself in a situation I really don’t know how to deal with.  I know what I want but I’ve been locked in a dungeon and I am not strong enough to break down the door.

I want the divorce, he agreed not to fight me on it but no matter what I keep running in to that door.  I run the numbers, I can tell him how much it would cost to stay in this house by himself, I can tell him all I want from the divorce settlement, but why bother?  He still doesn’t have a job.  He can’t stay here without one.  Making him homeless is nowhere on my list of things I want to do.  Selling this house would wipe out all our debts and give us both enough money in the bank to start over pretty well, but I can’t really suggest that.  When I look at him I see a beaten man, that would be just one more thing to bring him down and it’s not in my nature to kick a man when he’s down.  Which, yes, that means if he got laid off first I would have never said anything and still be living in silent misery.

He says he’s trying to find a job but there aren’t any or he’s sending in applications and resumes but haven’t heard back.  I know he is working with a headhunter and he’s called saying he’s not finding a lot of openings right now.  In the back of my mind there is a voice screaming “He’s dragging his feet on purpose. He knows you won’t leave if he doesn’t have a job.” That voice is getting louder.  I would like to believe he wouldn’t do this… but I’m not sure.  I’m really not sure.

I wish I could just turn my back on him but I can’t.  I’ve been told what happens to him is not my problem… no, maybe it’s not, but it sure feels like it’s my fault.

This has come up several times this week. People have asked if we tried counselling. Yes, yes we tried and it sucked. And then these people who tend to be divorced themselves tell me they had the same experience. So I am left to question: Has anyone gone to marriage counselling and came out of it without thinking it sucked?

My highly unscientific survey has found that people walk out of there either:

  1. Realizing there has never been anything attractive about the other person and filing for divorce immediately
  2. Not feeling any different about their partner, nothing got fixed and end up getting a divorce
  3. For the first time in a long time agreeing with their partner about one thing: They hate the counsellor
  4. One person feels like progress has been made and the other feels like they were just run over by a stream-roller

Apparently #3 is the best case a few couples went from there and are still together. My marriage fell into #4 and I ended up ‘Flat Princess’.  While we did agree we hated her, I hated her for making me feel like shit, he hated her for making me cry every week, we weren’t in enough agreement there to fix any problems.  The counsellor actually said I need to learn to express myself better. <insert visual of my friends with their jaws dropped and looking stunned>  She said I was closing off my feeling and that the Prince wasn’t a mind reader. (ummm WHAT?!?!?)  People who barely know me can tell when I’m upset, sad, happy or have a headache, but I’m too closed off for the man who has known me since I was 15 to figure this stuff out?  And trust me the man who sat next to me on that couch was not the man I married, he was channeling Dr. Phil or something, he actually was making suggestions on what the counsellor should be saying to better get through to me.  He was using his spare time to search for websites on the internet that would help him talk to the counsellor in her own language, I felt like I was getting hit from every side.  I did learn the word “Organic” as in “He says he’s changed but it doesn’t feel organic to me, only forced.”  That’s all I got out of it.

So now I have a few friends, who I know mean well, suggesting I go to counselling for myself.  I listen to them and they share that they have gone through it or are still seeing a counsellor and it’s really helping them.  I hear what they are saying but all I can think of are those sessions from hell I went through.  I know I have trust issues, I know I have issues being a doormat, I know I have issues putting myself first.  I also have a distrust of counsellors, something about getting paid per visit to help me fix what’s in my head.  Where is their incentive when once I feel better I stop visiting and they stop taking my money?  Ok, I’m having the same problem with lawyers who get paid hourly, how do I know he won’t be working slower just to drain my bank account?  Did I mention trust issues?

 

They tried to make me go to counselling, I said no, no. no…

Apologies to Amy Winehouse

 

Odd fact spell checkers keep saying “internet” is spelled wrong, they want to capitalize it or hyphenate it.

It’s Complicated

A co-worker asked me this morning “How is the divorce going?” I thought, my readers might want to know too… all 25 of you. *Princess waves hello*

The answer in a word: Complicated

Since January 20, 2009 things haven’t moved as fast as I would like but I haven’t backtracked or gone into hiding.  The morning after I said those words that can’t be taken back the Prince’s company also said some words that can’t be taken back “We are laying you off”.  Yes, within 16 hours he lost his wife and his job.  Yes, I felt like shit about this.  I was on the phone with him and for the second time during our marriage and the third time since we started dating one of us was out of work.  I wanted to say the supportive “We will get through this” but I couldn’t.  There is no “We” anymore, there is Him and Me.  After I got off the phone with him and after I told my boss about the new circumstances, I had told him that morning that I asked for the divorce. I started texting a few friends.  A few divorced friends, none of them had been in this situation exactly, all of them said “This doesn’t change anything”.  They are right, it just makes it harder.

Fast Forward, you know what happened on Valentine’s Day, since then there hasn’t been a lot of movement.  I’m sleeping in the guestroom and I apologize to my pasts guests for that futon, maybe for a night or two it’s not bad but after a few weeks, I’m looking at new beds.  I called a lawyer who did what he could to scare the shit out of me.  I told him this was amicable and he prepped me for a knock down drag out fight.  Yes, I’m realistic here, it could happen, but I know the Prince and I truly believe it won’t happen that way.  You can quote me on that when it starts to get ugly and say “I told you so”.

After the initial lawyer call and realizing that this is our divorce and we are the ones to decide if it’s ugly or not, I told the Prince that I don’t want his money, I don’t want his 401K or Pension, I don’t want to hand over 3 years of financials to some lawyer.  So I started writing up a draft of what I want the divorce settlement to be.  Two plans one if the Prince finds a job and can keep the house, the other if he can’t.  I need to get together all the monthly expenses for him too so he knows how much it costs to keep the house running.  Also I need to finish the taxes.  If you can’t tell over the last 14+ years, I handled the money for us.  As for the lawyer, he requires 10 hours upfront as a retainer.  If any of you have faced being laid off and having a large severance check in your savings account and only spending it as needed, you can imagine how hard it would be for me to part with that kind of money.  Yes, best case the Prince finds work soon and using one month’s worth of household expenses for a lawyer is no big deal, but if he doesn’t that’s one month that could have gone toward paying the mortgage and other bills.  I’m torn as to what to do about the lawyer.  As a friend mentioned in her blog, finding the cheapest lawyer around might not be a good idea.

On the upside I did go away for a weekend and see a dear friend who has been extremely supportive over the 2 years I have known her.   We had a great time together and I saw that there is a light at the end of this long divorce tunnel.  She’s also keeping my spirits up during the financial uncertainty that is before me.

There is also the notification process that has become a problem.  The Prince doesn’t want to tell his parents, because of this he won’t tell his friends and I can’t tell my parents.  My friends and co-workers know, I am not having the trouble here, he is.  I can’t tell my family as they live in the same town with his family and in all honesty I don’t want one of them to slip up if they run into them a the Post Office.   And as for his friends, we are going out to dinner with them next weekend.  The car rides will be quiet but I will put on my Princess smile and pretend… again.  This will be the last time though. If you have ever had to do the pretending you know that after awhile you can’t pretend anymore and cracks in the facade start to show. 

So that’s the update, sorry if it’s a little scrambled writing while at work probably isn’t the smartest thing to do since there are too many distractions… that said they just refilled the candy dish.

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