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For the past month since I moved out of my husband’s condo, I have been over it, disgusted, angry, frustrated and I have demonstrated “strength” to my friends and family who have been objective and supportive.  I have been ready for a divorce, to let go and move on.  Today was going to be my last counseling session.

Today, I experienced a 98 degree shift.  And it has been devastating.

At 11am we met at the counselor’s office who gave us feedback based on what he has observed, etc, and it was essentially this: “the two of you exist in two very, very different realities and have very different expectations of a spouse and the way you choose to live your lives.”  That was not news to me, however.  In fact, nothing that we discussed was new.  The discussions between my husband and I became heated at times, then simmered, then heated, simmered.. and we kept oscillating between those extremes.  Eventually, the conversation reached the point I had been waiting for for weeks: “Husband, you were right.  Maybe we are not meant to be together.”  As the insidious implication of divorce lingered in the air and the conversation was productively guided, the counselor asked my husband “Husband, is this [a divorce] what you want?”

What did he say?  After a month of minimal contact and effort? 

“No.”

Now, this was not devastating for me.  In fact, it felt honest and, I cannot deny it, hopeful.  The reality nonetheless settled in for my husband as well and we agreed to have another session in two weeks once we have proceeded with the divorce.  It was what happened outside of the office that began to alter my course.

We hugged, he broke down.. and I broke down.  I think one of the most painful things I have ever experienced was watching my husband try, vainly, to choke back the tears.

In brief, we spent 3 hours talking over a sparse lunch (neither of us had much of an appetite). He expressed that this is not what he wanted [a divorce], that he missed me.. well, there’s no need to go into all of it.  We covered quite a bit of ground and it was a very emotional experience.  One that nearly drew me alter my course 180 degrees.

So, what’s a girl to do?  I was reminded that, despite my icy heart, the thick carapace which conceals it, I still love him.  The thought of not being with my husband, now, saddens me.  What happened to all of me “I’m not sad!!!” attitude?  And “He isn’t working hard enough for me!” or, “He’s not showing effort!  I’m OVER it!”?  Where is that?  I am looking but I can only find scattered remains.  Now, more than ever, I am torn, conflicted and confused.  My husband needs help which I cannot give him.  He is going to get that help.  He has started to make an effort.. but what is best?  Do we divorce, remain friends and see what happens?  Or do we remain married?  The painful reality, to me, is that remaining married is not realistic.  Not according to the counselor and not according to me.. but now?  The thought of not being with him breaks my heart.. and to see him so sad makes it crumble.

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