I was sitting outside with the cats and got to thinking a bit...
It's been 4 years since I moved here from Illinois.
It doesn't seem like that long. At ALL. I keep counting back, thinking I'm wrong in this calculation, but I'm not. I moved here in July of 2000 - the 17th, I think. 4 years.
Why, then, does it seem like such a short time?
4 years of college certainly seemed like it took longer than this.
But my main frame of reference, in this case, are Fig and Leo. I was married to Leo for 3 years (with him 7, 4 of which were the aforementioned college years), and divorced from him for 5. For the entirety of those 5 years I was with Fig (such as that was). Only the past 3 of those years was it him and I living alone.
Just before I moved down here, the shit going down with Fig prompted me to look at my past relationship with Leo with a clearer hindsight. As a result of this, we got back together for a while, talked, and worked shit out. The sex was great, too. :) I remembered some of the good stuff I'd blocked out, and understood my own decisions, and why I would make them again.
That interaction was crucial for me. I forgave him, forgave myself, and walked away from it to move here. I haven't heard from him in years. I miss him, actually. I'd love to be able to have a relationship with him. His wife, however, is viciously jealous of me (perhaps of everyone, but according to him, she has a special hatred of me - this is understandable, really). This prevents him from really having a relationship of any kind with me, even just talking. (Which is all it would be, 'cause
blckwngdorcl isn't currently comfortable with my having any type of sexual relationship with my ex-husband. A pretty understandable request, really.) I honestly think that, if I hadn't had that opportunity, to fully see what the deal was with that relationship, and its demise, I couldn't have been in a relationship with
blckwngdorcl. I don't think I would have been in the right frame of mind. I don't think I would have had the self-awareness to recognize and do a lot of the things I've done in this relationship.
I thank Leo for that. Part of me wishes I could tell him that personally, but part of me knows it would be cruel, since, last I heard, there's a big part of him that would love us to be a couple again. Maybe that's no longer the case. I don't know.
But, once again, this entry is more about Fig than Leo. It took me 5 years to figure out what the deal was with my relationship with Leo, and that was all after the fact. I don't see myself being any closer to figuring Fig and I out, though. (Of course, I would have said that 4 years after Leo, too.)
And part of me's kinda scared about it. I mean, I had a traumatic breakup (such as it was) that caused me to have that kind of insight about Leo and I - and I sure as hell don't wanna go that route again, useful as it was. Unlike my relationship with Leo, where I blocked out the good stuff for a long time, I still remember the good stuff with Fig. And the bad stuff. But I still haven't come to terms with it, either. I know what Fig's relationship with Jessica means for him. I have the benefit of distance, and wisdom. Jessica is his self-imposed karma for me. I intuit that his marriage to her will end similarly to my marriage with Leo, because my relationship with him was the catalyst for my divorce to Leo. (NOT the cause, in case I didn't make that clear to begin with.) There are entirely too many parallels between the two, and also between her and the person I was when I married Leo for me not to jump to that conclusion, and it certainly feels right. It would also give me a sense of vindication, and I-told-you-so (and I think I did, although not quite in so many words), and I'm still angry enough about the situation to want that.
But I digress, as usual.
The point is, my relationship with Fig, and the repurcussions of that, have been a huge stumbling block for my current relationship with
blckwngdorcl. And I'm pretty tired of that. I'm tired of that fear. I'm tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop. If 5 years is the magic number, then dammit, why am I not seeing any progress here???
Of course, I've had ONE experience in my life that HAPPENED to be a 5-year cycle. And, as I said, it was brought on by the happenings in my life at the time, and probably had little to nothing to do with the time frame. I think I'm clinging to that as the light at the end of the tunnel. ("And it comes to be, yeah, yeah... and it comes to be, yeah..." *ahem* Sorry.)
Interestingly enough, when I was in the process of leaving, I was talking to Leo, and he was lamenting my departure, and I told him that I didn't expect to be there more than 5 years, and after that, I'd be back (the implication being that I'd come back to him). Certainly, there was part of me that wanted to reassure him, but it felt True to me at the time. Now? I don't know. I've chosen a very different path since then. And I'm very happy with that path, and it's one I desire to follow, and one that I think offers me the best opportunity to truly be Myself.
walkingbear often talks about leaving one path he loved, to be with the woman he loved, and there's such longing in his voice when he talks about it. I left the path I was walking with Leo, which, undoubtedly, would have led me to be the wife and mother, work for the state for 30 years and retire with stocks and a great pension, and watch my children grow old. The subject of children is another post (that's been brewing for a while), but the point is, I chose to leave that path, and walk this one. I lament the loss of the children I could have had. I pray to meet
blckwngdorcl's daughter one day. But this is the path that speaks to my heart, and, most likely, is going to be the hardest to walk. In spite of the simplicity I longed for in
bulwerk's LJ, I find finding myself very complicated.
And that should be the easiest thing of all.