My ex spent most of our marriage complaining about being away from family. Yet when she left me, she stayed here. While I avoided going to her part of town and thus saw her only once in nearly four years, I’ll admit her continued presence was a small thorn in my recovery. While I felt fully moved on and rarely thought about her, I’ve been holding on to some resentment that she was still here.
This week I saw in an Instagram post from her place of business that she was headed back to Australia. Leaving the US for good. Yet my reaction surprised me; I thought I’d be doing cartwheels when this finally happened — she’s gone! I’m free! Yet here I am still feeling a bit somber a few days after learning the news. Why?
Is her departure simply dredging up old feelings of abandonment? Am I disappointed that she’ll now never see how well I’m doing, how I landed on my feet? How I’ve evolved and grown? Did I hope to be friends and have her back in my life in the future? Did I harbor some secret, subconscious hope that we would reunite? Was I using her continued presence as a crutch? Enjoying giving people the recommendation to go to her café for brunch but to “watch out for my ex, the tall Aussie” as a means of sharing a piece of myself? Or perhaps I’m just projecting my current general loneliness and frustrations with dating onto the last real relationship I had. I’ve been all up in my feels these days in general, have I simply added this to the mix?
Or, likely, bits and pieces of all of the above. It’s hard to tell. Emotions are complex. Making sense of the past is hard. But here I sit on a sunny summer Saturday on my back deck. Drinking iced coffee in the shade, listening to Corridor of Dreams by the Cleaners from Venus. Watching the clouds roll by in the blue sky and thinking about what was and what will not be.
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I read a line in an essay recently that shook me. It was about appreciating beauty in the world. Reading this, it hit me that that’s one of the ways my worldview has shifted these last handful of years in my new single life. To notice the beautiful, the small treasures in life. The tiny flower by the side of the trail. The back side of the sunset. The friend who laughs with you. The emotions and feelings inside of you. Appreciate it, always. It’s all we have. This is how I have been viewing and interacting with the world. It’s not how I’ve always been. And I have her to thank for instilling this in me.
“One of the finest things we human beings ever do is to see the beautiful and keep it in our hearts”
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