TrustedthenBusted Posted November 3, 2014 Posted November 3, 2014 Figured I should also add a good story when they come up. So today is WW's burfday. For the past four years, her birthday has been a trigger for me, because D-Day was just two days before MY birthday. My gift that year? A plane ticket to Colorado to go skiing. Yes, she was sending me out of town on my Birthday so she could hang with her idiot boyfriend. As you can imagine, for her birthday later that year, I considered giving her some nicely gift-wrapped divorce papers. ANyway, birthdays usually suck. But this year, she asked me to build her some custom shelves around the fireplace. A fairly daunting task, given the kind she wanted, and my level of carpentry skill, but I decided to give it a shot. Spent all Saturday building them, and Sunday painting them together with her. She was very excited about it, and there were times when I'd look over at her while she was painting and see the girl I met at that bar 20 years earlier. It was a nice time, doing something together. I did have a couple of "twinges" during the day when she'd say something "my birthday" this or "my birthday" that... but they went away quickly. Basically I'm saying I felt love for her on a day I usually feel mostly hurt and disgusted. So that's good. 16
spanz1 Posted November 3, 2014 Posted November 3, 2014 I am a BIG believer in therapy via doing things together. It really works, (assuming you two can avoid getting into a fight, that is) 1
Red123 Posted November 4, 2014 Posted November 4, 2014 Great post. Nice to see these kind of posts on here. I'm happy for you. Keep it up:)
meandmycats Posted November 4, 2014 Posted November 4, 2014 THAT is a really lovely post Trusted, and progress indeed. It's wonderful to read and even better that you feel it.
merrmeade Posted November 5, 2014 Posted November 5, 2014 Thanks so much for doing that, ttb. Your anecdotes are some of the best anyway, going straight into the moment or the person, just how it was. Pretty sweet to see you painting and reconnecting over those shelves. Cockles of the heart warming moments of hope.
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