Memorial Weekend is approaching and even though it is not the same date as last year it will always have a new meaning to me. Yes, it was the end of my marriage last year or as we now refer to it “Let’s Call It A Day” Day. But that is not how I want to remember it. It will always be another day in the year that I got shafted by a man, but in all honesty that probably has happened every day of the year if I really think about it. With that in mind it has been a very odd couple of weeks. I have been sort of…I don’t know what the word for it is. So I will describe it.
First off I am happy to say that I am no longer lingering over old memories. That was really the worst part of all of this, remembering times and places were I “thought” we had so many great memories. But I came to realize that the only one who had the great memories was me. Why? Well one of the things I have done the last few weeks is to follow Z and the Boy’s advice on researching NPD. Their thought was that if I could understand the “ism’s” of someone who has NPD I could let go of the hurt and anger easier. I hate to tell them but that was not the case. I still felt hurt and angry but then I felt used; really used.
I think back to the way he spent months “wooing” me. I remember the wonderful, kind and loving things he would say. The man drove from Tucson to Texas just to spend the weekend with me. Who does that if they don’t love you or at least like you a little? Then to realize that it was all a lie is beyond devastating. It was simply a ploy to get me on board so that he could have a partner. When it got boring he tossed me overboard like a bag of garbage off a cruise ship. You may be asking why this would be helpful to know about. It really is, it is easier to get over something when you realize you did nothing wrong they are just mentally ill.
So to help me deal with this I continued to purge my life of anything related to our relationship and/or marriage. I got rid of all photos of him, which was fun. I went through boxes and boxes of photos and gave them back, including our wedding photos. I also gave back any memento I had from our wedding, honeymoon and trips. What was I going to do with them, a lie is a lie and there was no reason to keep them. The hardest thing to give back was a piece of Lapis he sent me for my 32nd birthday. It is carved into an intertwining moon and sun. It was really beautiful, he asked for it back. That is class. Let me tell you. I considered this one of my most treasured possession, as I sat on my bed holding it and reading in my BOS about the day I got it and all the dreams I had of our life together, I realized it was a gift based on something I thought was real and in fact it was nothing more than a bad fiction story. So I gave it back, I did ask him not to give it other woman since it was a birthday gift to me and just in case he does, I put a bit of a spell on it that if it is given as a gift to any other woman (or man for that matter) as long as they have it they will be “disturbed” by it. Okay, Okay, I’m healing but that does not mean I can’t do a little spell casting here and there.
I am now continuing road to healing by the process of nesting. Either I will finally get done or have to move and start over on another house. Either is fine with me at this point.
