A letter: 15 years in the making

Sitting Lady Falls

15 years ago … on July 6, 2001, I stood before family and friends and took the hand of the most beautiful woman I knew. I had tears in my eyes and dreams in my soul. I promised her a lifetime of adventure that day, for I had a plan for my what my life was going to be like and where I was going to go. A few years later we had our first child and it was the proudest moment of my life to that point. I remember being so excited, for him, for us … and cause life was still going according to the plan. All that was left was the white picket fence and a prestigious career.

It is not only little girls that dream of their wedding days and the white picket fence life, I had very similar dreams. It was the life I knew I was suppose to have. It was the life I wanted. Happy family, sunny vacations, solid career. Always thought I would have that marriage other people would look at with respect and one we could look back on with pride. Sure we had our troubles, our ups and downs, but this was how it was suppose to be – You can’t see the accomplishment without experiencing the struggle.

We had our adventure, several in fact. We enjoyed some good times, and some great times. We fought side-by-side as great warriors, slaying many a dragon along the way … and then together, We even created life.

It was a great time with great memories, but not all great things last … and our adventure together was set to change in ways that I had never planned or envisioned. Yet, that period of our lives is now a part of history and today we find ourselves now forging new paths and finding new, independent adventures. Our stories are not done, they are just no longer part of a single book. We are still bound together by history and by the future for those lives we created along our way are still looking for guidance, leadership, and love. Together we are providing that, and for that I am thankful.

I knew from our first few dates that you would be a great mother, and in that you never faltered, but you were also a great companion. Through you I learned so much about how to live, about parenting, about what is important … and about how to show appreciation and affection. Simply put, I would not be the man I am nor the man I am going to become without you.

I am grateful for all 14 years of our marriage as well as the months that have followed. That is not to say I did not have some dark days, days where I could not navigate, days where I felt the world was coming apart – but in those days I have found strength, I found resilience. In the dark I have been able to rekindle some of my long forgotten dreams, once again fueling my passions and my ambition. Yet, more importantly, I have found a deeper connection with my boys. I see it, I hear it, and I feel it like I never have before. I have found my role as a father. Today I am energized by that more than anything else, and I look forward to what tomorrow will bring.

… without you life today would not be what it is, I would not be who I am. I am truly grateful for all that we did together. For it was great!

It’s a Party

It happens ever year, once every spring for the last 11 years. My oldest boy gets just a little bit older. It has been great watching him grow up; watching his first steps turn into running and jumps, then into inline skating and bike rides. Every year I dream about what the next year will bring, and with each year I treasure more and more the years gone by.
Birthday Balloons
Of course, this is immediately followed up with the birthday of our second son. Just over 2-years and a month apart. He brings his own personality into the mix, and while we tried a combined birthday between them a few years back, it was clear that while they are best friends they need their own parties.

I really enjoyed hosting the parties for the boys, the little kid in me had a chance to escape for a while. Yet, I was never the planner of the party. I would help setup, help facilitate, even planned some of the activities a couple years – but I was not the one who put on the show. That had always been my wife, and she did a fantastic job of it. Often going far above what was needed to make the day special not only for the kids but all the visiting parents as well.

When we separated the birthday parties was one of the scarier things I felt I was facing. What would happen with their parties? I wasn’t the planner, am I going to be left out of these big events in their lives? Granted, I knew that was the emotions talking. Practically speaking I could organize a birthday party, I had the skills, but I also knew it wasn’t something I excelled at.

I was also trying to look beyond my own personal fears and to what would be best for the boys. Not a child of divorce, nor did I grow up with a lot friend who were children of divorce (especially, joint custody), it was not something I could envision. My understanding came from TV and there the two parents were always trying to one-up the other parent. It became a competition of who was the better parent … and that was not what I wanted for my kids. So, in the spirit of co-parenting, with maybe a little bit of fear mixed in, I was in full support of us doing a joint-family birthday celebration for each of the boys. Two parents coming together to make a single special day for the boys. Had to be easy right, we’d been doing it for years now.

Well, that first year didn’t start out well. We talked about it and coordinated splitting the tasks of the party. While I was to book something and coordinate the theme events, she would take care of the food. With an army theme requested I was calling laser tag and paint ball places in the area which proved to be harder than originally thought. Especially with my full-time job occupying more and more of my time. Ages limits and availability also proved to be a problem, so I was looking into plan B options and looking at the calendar … things just were not going to happen in time, we were going to have to push things back a week or so. Well, that was the last straw I guess as unknown to me she sent out invites for a party at her place – I was no longer invited, nor told.

My fears were becoming reality and I had to throw together a quick “birthday dinner” with friends last minute. I must say, the boys have a lot of good friends who showed a lot of love and compassion and showed for both parties … so thank you!. It was a nice dinner, but it was the first birthday party I missed of my son’s and that was not ok.

Our youngest saw the chaos that surrounded his brother’s party and took it upon himself to plan his. He, at 8 yrs old, came to us with the date, the place, the theme, and all the people he wanted to come. HE was going to have ONE PARTY, we would ALL be there … and we better GET IT DONE. So with the who, what, and where covered … we had a whole lot less to discuss. This time I took the decorations and the cake, she would bring the food. And not to toot my own horn too much but I rocked it! I had some DIY decorations, I brought games, grabbed balloons, and we picked out the fantastic cake … it was a party just the way he wanted.

As for the party itself, well it went off kind of awkward to tell the truth. There was constant tension between her[mom] and I (at least that is how I felt). I felt under a spotlight with her just waiting for me to screw something up. I found there was still a ton of negative emotions streaming through me, and it was all I could do to not just keep quiet. I think our friends also felt it awkward, as conversations and stories could not happen as they once did. As much as I had hoped this would be a birthday like any other … it wasn’t. On the plus side, and the most important side, our son had a good time. I am sure he felt the vibes, but he never let it bother him. He included both of us in different activities and enjoy his time with friends.

And now we are back at that time of the year once again, choices need to be made. This year we, as parents, are not talking as much as we should be. In fact, we are talking less that last year. I am surprised that emotions have not settled down, but they haven’t. In fact, in some ways they have gotten worse. Resentment and mistrust still looms over almost every interaction we have, and I think I hate that as much as all the stuff that has caused it.

I work hard to keep our parental strife away from the kids, yet they have to see it. They must feel the energy. This year both kids came to me and requested separate birthday parties, with themes for both.

I think the only reason not to is a selfish desire to not lose that family unit, to have something that we work on together. And possibly a little bit of the “how the heck to I throw this together on my own?”! Yet, the boys have different friends groups at her place and at my place now. So with the family formally now split, does it make sense to host two birthday parties?

Tonight I am leaning to yes, as much as it pains me I am starting to think that it is probably best for the boys as well as for the emotional strain between the parents. This was I can allow myself to focus on the boys, and not on emotions that have no business at a birthday party. Maybe the best co-parenting choice is not co-hosting the party.

So, with that … anyone know of some fun pre-teen activities and decorations for a fighter-plane themed birthday?

Reset

How did I get here?

How do I make it stop?

How do I get out?

I often feel my world is collapsing. I try to fight it. I try to do what is right, what is needed and yet I can’t stay focused. I can’t stay centered. Even after all these months there have been things I can’t shake. I have said things I am not proud of and made decisions that were meant to protect me, but that only caused more pain.

Through it all I have attempted to stay focused on the kids, felt I have tried to treat my ex with respect and dignity. Yet saw myself and my life getting eaten away. I could do nothing right, I was failing to get much done, I was barely treading water. And I blamed her…

See my ex and I can’t seem to talk. We can’t discuss anything big or small. Guess we are still both fighting for higher ground, for an upper hand. And I don’t think either of us see what is actually going on. I think both of us view our conversations from a defensive posture, as if the other party was attacking, and then we often respond ‘in kind’ – sometimes not even intensionally. The problem is that this has resulted in a downward spiral, each action is perceived in a poor light and we each then double-down. Neither of us can trust the other. We can’t be honest as we feel it is just being thrown back in our face. We can’t express disagreement as we view it as the other person being controlling. We can’t offer suggestions as it is viewed as condescending.

So we avoid talking, which results in us fearing the unknown or undefined. We allow the mistrust to build from rumors, based on assumptions and accusations. Because we are not talking we are not sharing, because we don’t trust each other we are always looking for the worse scenario possible. The resulting actions then just create resentment and retaliations.

I am not sure when it started, but I am as much to blame as she is.

Today I am filled with ambition, but I don’t seem to have the follow-through. Somewhere along the way here I lost the heart and soul of my dreams though. The passion is still there, but it lacks the drive. I have been blaming her, I have been allowing the distractions from her life cloud my own.

So my world is crumbling and there seems to be nothing I seem to be able do about it. I hear statements like “let your life burn to the ground and like a phoenix let a new one rise from the ashes”. It sounds good but I fear the change, the unknown. I fear the failing even more than I already have. How does letting my life completely fall apart offer my kids with a stable home – as you don’t build Rome in a day. So I fear, I doubt, and I can’t seem to find a way forward. Instead, I find myself playing the victim. I whine and complain about things I can’t change. Some things have bugged me for far too long, somethings that don’t impact me at all, some things I conjure up in my head – it hurts no one but me. It stops no-one but me.

“Will my boys always see me as Dad?”, “Will I be able to make a home they want to be a part of?”, “Can I ever find someone for me again?”, and the big one … “Can I allow myself to love again?”

I don’t know the way out. I don’t know how to make it better … but I need to. I have to. Life’s crap is currently spilling over onto my friends and family. It is impacting the boys. They mask it well, but it is there if you look.

It needs to change. For me I think it will start with trust. Trust is something that has to be given to be received. So I will need to forgive, and that is not always so easy, and I will have to forget the past and trust that she is building a healthy home for the boys. That is something I know she does, and it is also something I know I do as well.

A friend that is offering me some good advice, ‘don’t worry about how the other person is acting, but act in a way that feels is right for you.’ I need to stop allowing my emotions to drive my interactions. I need to start living my new life as me, and a “me” that is defined by what I want.

It is time to leave the past issues behind. It is time to hit the reset button.