Write a letter to your partner expressing you feelings of sadness and loss. This should not be a place to express anger so if you feel anger go to you anger letter to add those. This should be about what makes you sad. Use phrases like, “It makes me sad that” or “I regret that.”
It could happen anywhere…in a crowded theater, or a restaurant, a meaningful song on the radio, or even when I hear the sound of a Harley in the distance…you are everywhere… and nowhere to be found…
It’s curious how a wave of sadness can engulf me in the middle of a high desert. Without any warning, I feel the wave rumbling in the distance before I can even see it. The sound is almost imperceptible at first, but suddenly it is everywhere as it thrashes me with a force so powerful that it could compress my heart with a single blow. Towering over me like a beautiful blue monster with it jaws gaped open wide to shred me to bits with its jagged white teeth. It is a wave so mountainous in size compared to me, that even the most accomplished surfer quakes at the thought of even getting in the water. Yet there I stand, desperately trying to brace myself for a devastation I did not see coming and cannot control. A wave so massive that I am aware that I will be broken against the ocean floor as it propels me downward into the abyss. I am terrified.
As a child, I was scared to death of being caught in a riptide. Growing up near the beach it was something that was constantly emphasized. Nothing can come as close to sudden death as quickly as an unsuspecting swimmer caught in a riptide. There is no way out. Drowning is inevitable.
I’ve never lost anything so precious to me before! I don’t know what to do or how to react. I can’t breath I am so consumed in grief. Part of me wishes that you had just died rather than have this happen, at least that way you would still be mine. If I couldn’t have you now then at least I would have you in eternity, And now I won’t. My sadness over losing you to other women is consuming. I cannot, nor will I ever, understand why you chose them over me.
Drowning Over and Over…
It wouldn’t be so bad if I could just drown once and slip into a peaceful existence beyond with nothing to worry about anymore, for all of eternity, but this doesn’t work like that. With each new encounter with my memories, I am instantly thrust back into the deep with another wave towering over me, ready to come crashing down on my head within seconds. I can feel it, see it coming, hear it, but try as I might, there is no stopping it. I hold my breath because part of me wants to fight back, part of me wants to live, but it is just too suffocating. I don’t stand a chance against it. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t move. Sometimes the instinct to breathe is so strangling that I cannot resist and and I succumb to the need for air. Gasping to catch my breath, I inhale the salty liquid and feel it burn as it fills my lungs. I am sure that I have taken my last breath…but no…I am still alive, but just barely.
Sometimes I try to just give in, lay down and let it wash over me. But it is relentless in its attack. If I submit, I am just tossed around in the tempest, not knowing which way is the air…sky…safety. It is the longing for air that taunts me with the realization that there is no safety. This intense sadness with be with me for the rest of my life. Oh sure, it will get better, or so they tell me. I will become stronger, they say, learn how to swim in it, but it will never go away. When sadness came into my life 18 months ago, it decided to stay for good, sadness and grief do not ever leave. They move in. Like it or not, they are my constant jailers for the rest of my life. They are not leaving. I have no say in the matter. You are the one holding me hostage here in this silent, terrifying deep. Your love, is my only escape. But it isn’t coming. You took it from me, like a thief in the night and I have no chance of getting it back unless, you decide you love me enough to release me from my overwhelming, suffocating, ocean prison. For me, there is no escape from sadness or grief. Like I said, I wish you had died, at least you would still be mine.
Living in Fear of Sadness…
How do you turn something so terrifying into a friend? How do you survive in such horrifying conditions? My life used to be so predictable. I was concerned over the stupidest things like, what do I make for dinner, should I go to the mall or down to see the kids, or where are we going this weekend. Now I am straddled with an emotion I cannot see coming. It shows up anytime or anywhere without sufficient warning.
Sometimes I cannot enjoy the simple pleasures of life because I am worried I will unsuspectingly walk into a room where sadness is lurking there, waiting to pummel me to the ground. How can anyone survive this feeling, and yet, this is my new normal? Fear of Sadness.
- Realizing that I spent 38 years of my life loving someone who didn’t love me back. At least not enough to fight for me.
- Keeping myself from speaking out about how you treated me because I thought if I told you how I felt you wouldn’t change for me. Now I know that I was right and that is the worst feeling,
- Feeling so lonely even with you in the room.
- Wanting to see you again.
- Not wanting to see you again.
- Knowing you do not care enough about me to provide me with safety and security.
- Knowing you can’t put my needs before your own.
- Finding out that you are not the person I thought I married.
- Admitting my parents were right about you after all.
- Feeling rejected and unloved every single day since I discovered your affairs. Sometimes multiple
- Not being able to trust myself.
- Not being able to trust you.
- Feeling abused.
- Knowing that you used to love me, but not anymore.
- Knowing you don’t care enough about me to treat me as well as you would treat a stranger.
- Having you talk to me as if you hate me. For all I know, you do.
- Being told that I am not supportive or loving enough towards you.
- Being told I won’t allow you to change, when I want is for you to change.
- All I want is for you to love me again.
- Realizing you feel that I am to blame.
- Sitting in the temple all alone, surrounded by strangers.
- Hearing the words of the covenants we made to each other and knowing they will never be fulfilled.
- Losing my eternal family, the only thing that ever mattered in life to me.
- Losing you. Maybe forever.
- Knowing that I will never be able to ride on the back of a motorcycle and not think of you. I will think of the times that you patted my leg or told me you love me, only to find out later that you were telling another woman you love her too at the very same time. Maybe on the very same day?
- Looking into the faces of my children and see you there.
- Going to bed at night, in the dark, all alone.
- Knowing that my heart doesn’t belong to you, only because you don’t want it.
- Feeling used.
- Not being able to tell you how I feel.
- I can’t tell you how you shattered my life and have you understand.
- Being unable to convince you that I forgive you.
- Being unable to convince you that I still want you.
- Knowing you didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.
- Being ignored to the point I feel I never meant anything to you.
- Never feeling your embrace again.
- Never kissing you.
- Or making love to you.
- Needing to pretend that what you do doesn’t bother me.
- Hundreds of smells.
- Thousands of sounds.
- Millions of thoughts.
- A lifetime of memories.
- All the places we have been together.
- All the homes we have lived in.
- All the friends we made.
- The music of our lives together.
- Losing the one person I love the most.
- Feeling like I can never love again.
- The taste of your favorite foods.
- Our favorite restaurants.
- Making dinner.
- Not being a part of a team anymore.
- Feeling all alone in the world.
- Knowing you are my whole world, but you don’t believe me.
- The sun on my face and the wind in my hair.
- The rumble of pipes.
- Vanilla Ice Cream.
- Eating out.
- Chilies on Greenville Ave.
- Music and the Spoken Word
- Church, everything about church.
- Baby blessings.
- Seeing you in my dreams.
- Hearing your voice.
- Holding hands.
- The warmth of your arms around me.
- The smell of your naked skin.
- The sound of you sleeping.
- Knowing I will never be the same again.
- Feeling my life has been wasted.
- Starting over at this point. It’s so unfair. What did I do to deserve this?
- Being abandoned…again.
- Never going on missions with you.
- Not having you there when Brent and Ashley get married.
- Wanting a blessing, but knowing you won’t ever give me another one.
- Waking up and realizing you are not here.
- Family pictures.
- Home movies.
- Listening to the children talk about “ the good old days”.
- Colorado Springs.
- New York.
- Los Angeles.
- San Fransisco.
- Fort Worth.
- Family Reunions.
- Driving in the Mountains.
- Holding your hand in the car.
- Ice Skating.
- Sitting by the fireplace.
- 4 of July.
- Tulips can never be my favorite flower anymore.
- Watching TV.
- Listening to the news in the car.
- The color blue.
- ….and on and on and on
We have experienced too much of life together! Everywhere I go, everything I do, taste, see, smell, hear or touch has the potential of turning into a jumbo wave of sadness. The list is too long to ever escape the potential for grief and sadness. Even if I never leave the house again, there will always be something there to remind me of you. This is the sum total of what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, because it is a life without you! Why can’t you see the truth? Why won’t you do what is necessary to fix our family. Everything could be so good again. The deepest sadness of them all is that you don’t believe me.