Took long enough. But finally did it.
We're preached to all the time, "Three things have to heal. You, them, y'all." When you're in the midst of it, it's so hard to remember that all three are different. All three are on different time lines. All three require different approaches. And that you can only be a part of two of them. The you and the y'all.
A long time ago, someone told me to give up on the outcome of the relationship. And in a way, I did. I have been working on me, despite what could happen 2 months or 2 years from now. But I didn't give up the part about wanting to heal my husband. Wanting to take it away. Wanting to do everything in my power to hold his hand thru it. I still somehow assumed responsibility for him and his healing. But I'm at a point where I have to let go. And it struck me like lightning on Monday night.
It doesn't matter how much I want my husband to not hurt, how much I want him to heal, how much I want him to move thru this. It's his choice. And no amount of encouragement, wishing, praying, hoping will get him thru it. It's his choice. I have to give up that responsibility. It's not mine to carry. I'm responsible for the mess that got us here. But I'm not responsible to how he reacts and carries himself after the fact. I have been in this mindset that maybe if I encourage him, love him, support him enough, maybe it'll do the trick. Maybe I can help him. Maybe I can heal him. But it will never work that way. I realize that now. It's heartbreaking. And downright scary.
I should have known this. After all, he tried to be "enough" for me for 8 years. He tried to love me enough. He tried to take hurts away. He tried to fill that void in my life. But he couldn't control me. I had to finally take the steering wheel in my own hands and make my own choices in healing.
My hard learned lesson this week is that I have to give up responsibility for him. As difficult as it is. I have to stand by and watch. I will love and encourage him. I will help in any way I can if he asks. But I cannot do it for him. It's unfair to him. It's cruel to him. It wouldn't be necessary if it wasn't for my lousy action. He may or may not do it. But I can't control it or be responsible for it.
Giving up that assumed responsibility is giving up another layer of control. It opens another door of, What if he doesn't? Then what? Will we stay in a stalemate position? Will we be able to coexist peacefully? Will that work? Will we find compete healing together? Are we really meant to be together? Are we like water and oil together? I don't know any of those answers. All I can do it take it one day at a time. And be quiet and patient.
I adore QS from the silver tinted hair on the top of his head, to the bottom of his work calloused feet. His health and happiness is very important. He has given me the best years of his life and I've turned him on his head. The very least I can do is give him the space he needs to do what he needs and wants. If it means healing with me, fabulous. If it means leaving, fabulous. He deserves a full, happy, healthy life just as much as the next person.
It really is as simple as that.