Should I stay or should I go?

Gosh! Another month has just whizzed by! Is it just me or is time really not waiting for any man? (or woman??) A few things have happened in the past month that could probably last me a while. I won't say a lifetime as it would sound a bit too dramatic *smile

Last week I was involved in a minor car accident. I call it minor as I didn't suffer any physical injury from the accident and the car wasn't a total wreck. But it was the cause of the accident that worried me and my GP. I actually blacked out for a split second just as I came out of an intersection and hit a parked lorry. Luckily the steering had turned slightly and only the left front wheel of the car was bent inwards.

My husband's reaction was completely predictable and expected, though I'd hoped that he would be more sympathetic and showed some degree of concern. Instead, I received a groan and moan about the cost of repairs in the current economical climate we were in. He asked me several times about the extent of the damage to the car, but not once did he ask me if I were hurt or feeling alright. I was in fact in a state of shock, but I think the bitter disappointment and hurt I felt overwhelmed me. I couldn't believe how insensitive and selfish he was, and it wasn't the first time.

It led me to think about our relationship during the days that followed. I wondered if I should stay and endure, or pack and leave. I knew he would never change and I couldn't ever change him. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to walk out on our marriage. Do I really want to waste 22 years of my life?

We hardly spoke for over a week. I had no clue what was happening to the family car, except that it had gone for repairs and we had a rented car in place. He didn't inform me and I couldn't be bothered to ask. I spent the days just cleaning and tidying the house, by that I mean really cleaning and tidying. I moved furniture around in the living room and dusted every nook and cranny, and even wiped the walls down with antiseptic. It's one of my little ways of distracting myself whenever I was feeling down.

Yesterday I had reached the music corner of the living room, where the hi-fi system and stacks of CDs sat. I pulled open one CD drawer and saw something that I hadn't listened to for a very long time so I put it into the CD player. When the music started, a moment flashed before my eyes. I saw the two of us slow-dancing like we used to, and my heart swelled when I remembered the love and passion we shared. I smiled, and I suddenly realised that I'd never leave him. Not that I was chained to him. Yes, he had a hold on me but not in a negative sense. It's completely inexplicable but we were drawn to each other in such a way we both knew it had never happened to either of us, and it'll probably never happen again with anyone else. 

I know he'll never change, but I remembered that I'd fallen in love with him despite his flaws. After all we're all only human, and nobody's perfect. We both accepted each other's imperfections and we stood by each other through thick and thin for the longest time in our lives. And he had been there when I went through endless medical treatments and surgeries, never wanting me to worry about anything else at that time. How could I have forgotten that? Circumstances are such that we're going through financial hardship now, but who isn't? And it's putting such a strain on him emotionally that it would be selfish of me to leave him when he needed me most.

So it's settled then. I'm sticking around. Maybe just for a few more years. Or maybe till death do us part..?

Hello, world..

Wow! Where has the time gone? It's been a month since my last post. How is everyone? Hope all is well. As for me, life has been pretty hectic. Husband is busy with work, long hours seven days a week. So I'm left to do everything on my own. Exhausting. I salute working single mothers, I really don't know how they cope physically and mentally. If I were a single mother working fulltime and suffering from mental illness, I would surely have said goodbye to it all. It really takes a lot of strength to do it and I have nothing but admiration for those that do it day by day.

Another story to tell - I know, you're probably thinking, oh God not another one! I've been sharing this story with a lot of people, because I feel there is so much to learn from it. She's a college buddy of mine, and we were part of a small group of close-knit friends. But she kept a secret from us, so well that we didn't know of it until she finally told us a year after the fact. She'd eloped and married someone she thought was the perfect man for her. If I remember correctly she told us about it because it was eating her up as even her family didn't know about it. After a lot of discussion she finally gained the strength to tell her immediate family. As expected, the news was met with a mix of disbelief and despair. We were still in college and all our parents were fearful that any kind of personal relationship would jeopardise our studies. But thankfully we proved them wrong and graduated with honours.

Upon completion of our studies, we were due to fly home and serve our country as graduate teachers. And so our friend took her husband with her, enrolling him into a local university to gain entry into the country. It wasn't long before he disappeared off the radar. She, her brother and a male cousin spent nearly two years tracking him down, while all the time my father and I were advising her to file for divorce but she flatly refused. She thought that that meant she had given up on him and she wasn't prepared to surrender. Needless to say, they eventually found him but not under happy circumstances and they finally divorced.

Was she a single mother then? No. She didn't have any children then. But a few years later she met and married another man with whom she had two beautiful boys. She was so happy, she felt she'd finally found her soulmate who was a wonderful husband and father. On one of my trips home, I met him for the first time when they came to send me off at the airport. It was such a brief and emotional moment: we hadn't seen each other in more than ten years although we'd kept in touch by phone. When I saw her we ran into each other's arms and just sobbed. We couldn't find the words, only the tears spoke. Her husband could only stand back and watch in amazement.

Life can be so cruel sometimes. That proved to be the first and last time that I met her husband. A couple of years later we had another phone conversation. Again only the tears spoke but not of happiness this time, they were of utter grief and despair. Her husband had died of lung cancer just one week after being diagnosed. Her sons at the time were still so young, the second still too young to even know what was happening. You know the old cliche, my heart goes out to you? Well, it actually felt that way. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and I desperately wanted to give it to her if it would help her feel better. But of course she was inconsolable. And I felt completely helpless.

Over time her pain healed and she lived the life of a single working mother. It's been more than five years since he passed on. She obviously still thought of her late husband but probably with less grief. Could life be anymore cruel to her? Of course it could!

You're probably thinking now, what else could possibly happen to her? A double whammy. A few months ago her father died of lung cancer too. And she spent nearly a year juggling her work, kids and visiting her father in hospital every evening. Again she didn't tell us about it, she felt that it wasn't necessary. We only knew just a couple of months before he passed away. I don't think she had time to live her own life, she gave everything she had to her family. My heart aches as I write this and I'm thinking of her. It's been a very long time since we saw each other, and I'm truly hoping and praying that I'll see her when I fly home in the summer. For me, I feel that seeing her would finally bring all the events together and I can put them to rest, because I couldn't be there for her physically during all the difficult times and it just feels like a link is missing. I just hope that it would be the same for her and she'll be able to move forward.