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An exaggeration to be sure… but how sure? I came home to a sentimental and tender Daniel — both of those attitudes directed towards me. He had unearthed a CD I made him in 2005 for father’s day. This was the first in a series that lasted for at least 7 years, until I couldn’t come up with enough new music. This was special, two mixed CDs, including the song we danced to at our wedding and the song that played as I walked down the aisle (“When I fall in love, it will be forever” OUCH). Daniel danced with me in the kitchen.
It was a glorious CD, but I remember giving it to him, and even then it was a difficult time. We had a hard time from 2003 to 2006 — I remember it clearly because Daniel had come home from visiting his mother in 2006, and Milo had made a drawing for him, and for a long time that drawing, carefully dated August 2006, hung in our kitchen. He came back restored to me in mercy, and I was so grateful. But 2005 was before then. I remember that father’s day, and giving him the CD. I remember getting a cute Louise Brooks haircut that day. I remember my Lucky brand cargo capri pants (so cute! so of the moment!). And I remember the heaviness, the feeling that this had to be perfect, and the feeling that it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t right, it wasn’t safe. Even then.
So maybe not treachery. Maybe mercy. Maybe clear-eyed vision, finally (my glasses are held together with a paper clip. It’s not at all professional, but I don’t care. I don’t really even notice). Maybe being kind up to the very last possible minute. I’ve lived on the cliff’s edge long enough to know it’s not a good place to live, and I don’t want anyone I love to live there. So Daniel won’t have to live there, not by my actions. I’ll just throw him right off the cliff. Not treachery, mercy, right?
I had hoped to write well again, but it’s beyond me. Sleep fled last night, and two nights before. I fall asleep at midnight (I think, I never look at the clock) and wake up at 5. I get dizzy when I stand up. Maybe I can be in bed at 10 tonight.
Will we be able to be friends? No, not for a while. Maybe later. (Treachery. He won’t see mercy. And, to be fair, it’s not merciful to him to present him with consequences, especially when he believes he’s suffered from excessive consequences in his professional life. And, really, consequences are never merciful. They might or might not be just, but they aren’t merciful.)
I need things from my husband that I will never get from Daniel. Even if he promises me these things, I have no reason to believe him, and a million reasons not to. I need deep fidelity and truth. I need accessibility. I need erotic energy and focus. I need someone who will refrain from doing things that hurt me, and, when he does them — because people hurt each other — doesn’t hide or lie about them, but is honest and reparative-minded. Daniel has shown me in every way that I can’t have those from him. So it’s treachery to myself to stay. I keep coming back to that.
I ordered a book my rabbi mentioned, Divorce is a Mitzvah. I sent it to my office, because Daniel assumes that all Amazon packages are for him and opens them. I’m not sure how I’ll manage to read it at home — probably steal and re-size a book jacket from a hardback lying around, and there are myriad. A boring hardback, too, like “the Institutional Revolution” or “Smart Citizens, Smarter State” or “You Have More Power than You Think.” That last one would be a nice joke.
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