The other night Rick and I were watching TV and while watching we saw a story about a guy who just up and split from his family. I don’t recall the details of the story because I was in half paying attention, half reading a book mode. Upon hearing the insane story Rick stated, “What would you do if I just up and disappeared like that?â€Â To which I shrugged and said, “It’s happened to me before!â€Â He quickly apologized when he realized where my mind had gone.Now his statement was in no way an indication that he plans to split, nor was it his intention to reference my ex-husband splitting on me with my kid in tow when said kid was 8. (8 years has passed…wow!)Â
For those of you not in the know, my ex told me he was going to Checkers for burgers once when Keith was 8 and he never returned from his trip to pick up dinner. He split from Florida and went and hung out in New York with his ex-girlfriend/new love toy of that moment) while I was left in the dark. IE: They disappeared without a trace. It would be over 48 hours before I even knew they were alive rather than my feared dead.
I bring all this up to simply state that I have personally come a long way since those days. When Rick asked the question my honest reaction wasn’t one of “OMG what would I do?†but rather one of “hmmm shit happens and you cope with the shit and life goes onâ€. I have overcome so very much that I generally fear nothing anymore. I’ve lost parents, I’ve lost a marriage (although I laugh to even call that a marriage)…I’ve lost other things and people along the way. Life goes on. I am not saying I have avoided the pain of those events but rather that I have full faith that if Rick disappeared, while unimaginable to me now, life would go on.
There’s a strange sense of personal peace that comes with acceptance. If something happens, you can fight it or go with it and allow it to change you for the better. I’ve been changed for the better.
Now to address the not so Zen side of this. I used to worry about how I would manage things if my ex died. Now I worry about how I will ever be this happy again if Rick were to pass on. I would manage, but I would never ever be this deeply happy again.Â
Happy as in joyful. Rick makes me joyful. He and I have something good. We have worked hard to overcome things, we have forgiven each other of things, and we have built something so good. So….even though I’ve had a husband disappear on me before…the notion of Rick doing so…ghastly. Because I actually am in love. I actually am endlessly full of joy because of this man. So…technically been there before..mentally and emotionally..never have been there before. Life always goes on….but boy…don’t let me ever find out how I would manage without that boy.Â
I know this entry is all over the road, and that is because while I now know that I am a strong independent woman and I would manage to overcome anything, I also know that I am in love with my husband and I’d never ever be the same without Rick.
I wouldn’t have anyone to laugh with. I wouldn’t have anyone to fight with. I wouldn’t have anyone to share oxygen with. I wouldn’t have two arms to hug me. I wouldn’t have so much that I have been lucky enough to find. I can’t even fathom it. I also wouldn’t have anyone to sideseat drive for.Â


