Thursday, March 17, 2005
Luck of the Irish
Happy St. Patrick's Day! I've got enough Irish in me to celebrate along with the masses, although it wouldn't stop me if I didn't! But I wouldn't mind a nice dose of that old Irish luck now!
EH continues to battle his cold. He's been grouchy, tired and withdrawn for almost a week. I want him to feel better before I have to strangle him.
It's interesting to take a look at life today versus life one year ago. Last year, at this time, I couldn't stand to be alone in the same room with EH (not that there was much chance of that, he worked every day, all day and night) - we had become strangers. In light of that, and the ensuing drama, it's a wonder that we turned it around the way we have.
I've received loads of emails from wives who experienced situations similar to ours and they always ask me how I survived it. They're still at that point where it feels like your heart might never mend and I feel for them. I have always responded pretty much the same. "luck", "patience", "one day at a time" and "I don't know".
Today, I can honestly say that I can see past it all. I no longer feel the pain the same way. In the back of my mind is still the memory of what happened and I don't think I trust quite the same...but the hurt has subsided. And truthfully, I don't feel anger towards the other woman anymore either. In truth, she didn't exist for EH...he didn't know her. She was a voice to a fantasy in his mind. The actual woman herself was and is a stranger to him. Now, I don't particularly like her, but the irony is that the reason I feel that way has much more to do with the wars she and I have waged against one another than with her involvement with my husband. But even there, I understand - even if I don't like. Make sense?
Big blarney stone kisses to the Greenies of blogland. Work is busy as ever and I must get back to it. Lunch breaks seem shorter every day!
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