Hi, All,
Hard day.
On the 180 front, an "A." A few kid-related texts, which I responded to politely but curtly.
But a very difficult IC session, from which it took hours to recover--and only now am I decompressing. Had some epiphanies regarding,early childhood abandonment experiences, which helps me understand why I am reacting with so much violent emotion, almost out of proportion to the current situation--impending divorce.
I always sensed something else was going on on a psychobiological level involving fear of abandonment. I mean, sheer panic and anxiety to an extreme. Strange thing is, I have yet to locate its genesis in my past. I had a wonderfully close, secure early family life; I was never abandoned that I can recall.
But I do recall many incidents on which I felt abandoned: summer camp, for example, in which I suffered from extreme separation anxiety. Various romantic breakups or "never weres," when I was tormented by a girl's rebuffing of me.
I always reacted as I am now--an absolute certainty and existential dread that I would always be alone.
Irrational, I know. But it's there, and it's clearly unresolved. I spent the next few hours at home sobbing uncontrollably as I relieved many of these innocuous experiences--when I wasn't truly abandoned but reacted as though I had been.
So as painful as this is, it helps objectify the situation--knowing that losing my wife really isn't the issue, but the Fear of being "left behind."
My therapist believes this is a significant step toward healing. Plus I feel better now. So it passed. Good sign.
I guess it's to a great extent basic human nature--a vestigial reaction to the need to survive, forged over hundreds of thousands of years. Maybe I am just more genetically predisposed to it. I have always been an extremely sensitive individual.
But here I sit in Starbucks having a cup of mint tea, and life doesn't feel so horrible as it did a few hours ago.
But an additional disturbing episode: my son was outside with his buddies and came in hysterical. Seems he told his friends about the divorce (he can't even bring himself to utter the word) and one of his friends said something that upset him. I never got the full story.
Vent: I texted my wife about it, informing her ahead of her visit of the incident that he will need some extra comforting tonight with her. Her response? Well, he has therapy tomorrow. Did he eat?
It just enrages me. Doesn't she get? This is destroying us,, destroying him. His life will never be the same. He is having his family, his safe world, wrenched from him. Yeah, I know, it will likely get better and all that, but my god, how important is family to her? I want to scream at her, "Fuck meds, fuck therapy; stop your insanely selfish actions and do the right thing as a human being!"
Whew. That's it for now.