I Am Doing

With the divorce looming I am regularly asked how I’m doing.

Materially I’m in good shape. Stephanie and I agreed that since I’d be staying in the house with our disabled children and she would not that I would get the bulk of the caregiving hours. I can afford everything we need and have modest savings for emergencies.

Spiritually I’m working out my own salvation. I am regularly attending church and keeping up with my daily prayer and scripture study. My conscience is fairly clean. I take some responsibility for the divorce but my attempts to make amends for the sins I actually believe I have committed have been rebuked by her. Perhaps Jesus will accept my repentance but true repentance is changed behavior. We will all see how much change God can actually accomplish in me.

Mentally I am alert but tired. Of all the things I miss probably the biggest is the feeling that I am intelligent. Stephanie and I used to have very “smart” conversations. Those are long in the past. I honestly believed that I was deep when we waxed philosophical with each other. Brandon’s mother used to call my philosophizing “dingy.” Perhaps she had been right all those years ago and pseudo intellectual conversations were all I’ve really been capable of participating in. Right now my brain power is focused on surviving divorce and there’s little room for pretending I’m deep or something.

Emotionally I’m not even doing as well as I am mentally. I’ve described my emotions as throwing up in my mouth and choking it back down so I don’t contaminate everything in front of me. I’m falling back to a time before I was married to cope. Long play records and DOS video games are helping me get continuity in a life that seemed to go off course after highschool.

I was once told that I am a human being not a human doing. That seems pretty hollow this evening. I am doing.

5 responses to “I Am Doing”

  1. You went from justifying assaulting me as self-defense to denying you assaulted me at all. That’s regression, not improvement.

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    1. I defended myself by yelling back. I never assaulted you and I’m not going to confess to domestic violence because you continue to browbeat me about this. You are an unreliable narrator of what happened that night, and I continue to seek God’s forgiveness for letting you get so bad not yours.

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  2. You did not let me get so bad. You gaslit me for months, picked fights over politics and demanding sources so you can manufacture reasons they are not credible, and then spat in my face and pushed me in an attempt to dominate me. You have rejected the veracity of my childhood abuse on the grounds that it’s really all about you. You have tried to force that idea so hard down my throat, when you failed you resorted to physical violence which triggered a PTSD crisis. You didn’t let this happen. You made this happen.

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    1. I don’t think we can have these conversations without endangering your mental health. When you are not in crisis perhaps we can revisit our differences. This is not a safe conversation for you and we both know it.

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