The last few days have been a struggle, so many things occurring in my life, but I don’t seem to be moving forward, in fact I am not moving anywhere at all……. fast. My frustration is that I dont seem to be able to take that next step to move towards something that resembles the future that I dream of. And reading all of the blogs from others I wonder how you get the strength to go on.
This weekend M and I had some child-free time, which of course means that we are supposed to have sex. I remember many years ago reading a book in which the main character describes himself as having a hotel-relationship with his wife, they only have sex when they stay away from home in hotels. Well that is pretty much the sex life that M and I have shared for the past 22 years. Christmas, Birthday, Anniversary, and when we are awya from home. My wife once commented that Ansell would not make millions out of me. Well it possibly would but not of me and her. Anyhow, let me just say that last night was yet another night when I just “could not perform”, this is definitely not a problem where guys are concerned, just with M. So after a frustrating period of attempting to have some sort of sexual pleasure between us, I gave up, M in her usual style apologised to me and held me as I pretended to fall asleep in her arms. She never questions when this happens, just accepts that it has and forgives me.
I lay there for hours feeling like a complete bastard, thinking ‘… if only I could say the words that would give her some explanation…” I was close last night, but I still could not bring myself to say those words. I love her so much for the way that she has loved me and the way that she has been so loving and giving for the past 22 years. I know once I speak the words that must be spoken that our lives as we know them will be finished, reading Anginae’s blog I can see the pain that the words have caused in her life and cannot fathom, he impact that they will have on my wife.
The conversation that my life has become with others will change irrevocably, the unfinished conversations of my interactions with my friends and families may become just that unfinished, incomplete a part of all of the fragmented parts of my life. Another reminder of how the unspoken rules in our life until it is uttered.
But, I still wonder how can the unspoken be so loud in my life, why is it the thing that I think about as I go to sleep each night and the thoughts that envelop me as I wake the next morning. The thoughts of how can I get through this day with the monkey on my back that I carry everywhere with me.
The roar of the unspoken is louder every day in my life, I know the only way to stop the roar is to have the courage and strength to speak the truth. Lord, give me that courage.
