It’s like the Bay of Pigs, without the palm trees
If you’ve noticed that posting here at WTFGU has been rather light lately, it’s not for nothing. For the past several weeks, Moxie and I have been negotiating a substantial life change. We’re mediating now, and even though passions on both sides have been high, we’re both aware of the potential mutually-assured destruction if our talks somehow don’t work out.
I have to admit I had no idea how deeply this negotiation would affect me. I feel like the enormous rec room that is my soul has been taken down to the studs. I’ve had to examine just about everything, including 1) what I want and why I want it; 1) how my wants compare to my needs; and 3) to what extent I can value my wants with what I want for the boys.
All this has been a bit more difficult because lately my therapist has uncharacteristically not returned my calls. I fear she may be trapped beneath something heavy.
One thing I have decided, however, is that I want to write about this experience as much as I can, within whatever bounds of confidentiality and propriety that present themselves. I don’t know if anyone has tried this before, or if it worked out very well. But I do know that I’ve learned a lot about Moxie from this blog that I never knew when we were married, and that, just as in any diplomatic matter, an open dialogue is our best chance for all of us to get through this in one piece.