(Ls are easy)
8:22
It got better. It always does, just not on demand. This time, it was yoga class that saved me, that took my mind enough away to escape the destructive loop it was in. Then I threw myself into cooking for Milo, who has a cold that he’s taking a little too seriously. He needs a break.
And I found a friend, who is herself divorcing, and talked to her. And I had an honest, excruciating conversation with Daniel, and he didn’t yell. He got snippy at the end, and he wasn’t kind, but he was honest and didn’t yell. I told him that this was a conversation between two people who were very hurt but had some kind of relationship going and wanted to go forward. He thought we already were those people.
I told my friend that Daniel and I are on different planets, and on our own planet, we are perfectly justified, and there is no bridge between our worlds. I’m reading Left Hand of Darkness now, hence the science fiction metaphor. She, bless her, suggested that it was a mistake to give Daniel his own planet. Ceding to Daniel’s narrative is always disastrous for me. The terrible feeling of all day yesterday, the crying, the worthlessness, that is a familiar feeling, although I’d escaped it for a while. That’s the feeling of trying to live in Daniel’s narrative. We might never agree. My narrative is the least-harm narrative.
As I suspected, Daniel believes that since our last big fight, the one where he told me I was inadequate and asked who could be married to me (but of course those statements don’t count because “obviously” he said them in anger, and that doesn’t count), since our last big fight I have been much better. After that fight, the careful reader will recall, I gave up on expecting anything at all from Daniel, and set myself to serving him. So that is “better.” In fairness (to him, not me) I did realize only then how soul-sick he is. I realize just now, writing this (which is why I write) that the flare up on Friday came when I told him that I did, in fact, expect things from him. That’s when it all went to hell and I thought of self harm.
This is all information. Daniel will be furious if he ever learns I am keeping a record. But it’s for myself, for the next time. A hedge against self harm. I think Daniel is trying, but he insists that the scrim of hatred was created by both of us because “It’s a marriage, and marriage is two people.” I can’t hear that, and he can’t hear otherwise. It’s a problem. He agreed in principle to go to counseling later. We’ll see. I need to remember that, to record that, too. He agreed in principle to go to counseling later. He doesn’t want divorce, that is clear. He might not want the same marriage I want.
8:33