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I'm emotionally crushed. I have no one to turn to and I don't know how to find the strength to go on. If not for my daughter, I'd have walked into the sea last night and never come back. But I have to go on for her sake, only I don't know how.
Some people may have no sympathy for me. I was the "other woman." I've been married for 26 years, not happily, but I stayed for the sake of my children. My husband constantly puts me down and criticizes everything that I do. We've grown apart over the years. I've become a political activist and he resented that. Nothing I ever do pleases him. I asked him to go to counseling over the years, but he refused. Our son left for college recently, and our daughter will in another year or so. So my "duty" to stay for the sake of the kids felt as though it was coming to an end.
I've always been faithful--a good mom, a good wife, a good daughter to my aging parents.
Then I met someone who changed my life completely. A fellow activist. It was love at first sight, though we fought our feelings for months. Then finally our friendship blossomed into something more. He was everything my husband wasn't -- kind, thoughtful, tender, loving, passionate, -- and I learned what real love really meant.
He was involved with someone else, too. A live-in girlfriend who had survived cancer; he'd been a caretaker for her through her ordeal, and had been celibate for years because of her condition. She was nearing retirement, and wanted to move to a hot, dry town to be near her family. He wanted to go back to Hawaii, where he'd spent some happy years. So their parting was coming, too, just as mine would once my daughter left home. Hawaii has always been my dream, too -- I love the islands, but my husband would never consider moving their.
The two of us shared the love of a lifetime -- a romance for the ages. We spoke of opening a bed and breakfast inn in Hawaii, of sailing the world together. I know many people would say that what we did was wrong, and they would be right. I've been a fool, and it's killing me now.
Now her cancer has come back. He needs to stay with her and help her through this ordeal, for however many years that may last. Tests show cancer, but they can't find where. So it's watching and waiting. He held me and I cried buckets. My whole world has fallen apart.
Yesterday we talked for the last time. He said he needs to "simplify" his life, and doesn't want to see me anymore. He needs to look himself in the mirror and feel he's doing the right thing. The honorable thing.
My husband and daughter have no idea what's wrong. I've told them I have the flu; then when I couldn't keep the tears from flowing, I said I'd lost a good friend. Which is true, he was the best friend I ever had.
I don't know how to pull myself together and find the strength to go on. He and I are in many political groups and committees together and I don't think I can face him without falling to pieces. So I'll probably wind up leaving the political life that I love, too.
Has anyone here been through anything like this? How do you stop the tears, hide your grief and find the will to go on?
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