Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone
Joni Mitchell. Big Yellow Taxi
I had it all. Long term partner, two step children, a grandchild at whose birth I had been present.
No mortgage, sufficient income, reasonable health. Yes, I had it all.
And yet what had started out as exciting, loving, tender, had, over the many years together, slowly transmogrified into an unrecognisable stale, apathetic, antagonistic relationship.
Unable to accept that we had grown apart, unwilling to admit failure, unwilling to agree that it hadn’t lasted, we carried on with the farce, not recognising it for what it was. We were comfortable, we knew our lives well, we could live like this. So many people do, it wasn’t so bad, some of it was still good.
But one day enough was enough. I gave it up. I couldn’t live the lie any longer.
I began to realise what I had lost.
My old friends had been slowly pushed out by jealous tantrums, it was easier not to see them so I no longer had my old mates. My new friends were mainly my ex’s friends and chose sides – not mine!
My enjoyment of music had been eroded by the put downs over the years of my awful taste in music and my rubbish singing voice.
My self esteem was on the floor, after listening for so long to what a worthless, horrible person I was.
Oh my goddess, why did I stay all those years? I lost myself and barely realised it. A few years on and I’m back in touch with many of my old mates, I love my music and sing along whenever I want to. I’m so glad I rediscovered me. It’s worth the loss. I’ve gained so much more.
Anonymous, the world