The death of "the dream"
Freed from the anguish
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Join Date: Aug 2008
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The death of "the dream"
Four years ago, I met the "man of my dreams".
Two years ago I married the "man of my dreams".
Over time I began to feel like less and less of a person. I wasn't worthy of respect. I wasn't a good wife. I just couldn't "make my husband happy." I began to despair, thinking I must go on killing myself to try to please him and make him happy. My whole world was turning upside-down but I didn't know why. What was I doing wrong?
Four months ago he admitted he had a drinking problem. He was an alcoholic who needed help. He began attending AA. He began working the program. He stopped drinking. I began working on my newly realized codependency. We both began seeing counselors. So why weren't things all better? Happy and loving? I was being hurt more and more everyday. I cried nearly every day. I couldn't focus at work. I couldn't focus on projects at home. We argued regularly.
Four weeks ago I moved out of our house, my home. The arguments had begun to consume every interaction. Some lead to shouting and many hurtful words. I stayed with friends. I prayed a lot.
Three weeks ago I hired a lawyer and filed for divorce. I applied for my own apartment. I cried a lot more. I could see that my health (mentally, emotionally, spiritually, AND physically) required this. My sanity needed this. My serenity couldn't co-exist with my "real husband".
Yesterday I woke up to a very clear new understanding. The man I loved was not the man I married and lived with every day. The man I loved was "my dream." The "dream husband" was loving, considerate, and always there for me. The "real husband" was manipulative, abusive (emotionally and pyschologically), and very selfish. But I'd lived life everyday with the dream controlling my thoughts, my feelings, my reactions, even my memories. I rationalized and justified everything based on my dream. I wasn't loving my "real husband", I was loving my "dream husband". Somehow I was sure the dream was or would be the reality. This wasn't fair to either of us. I wasn't loving him. I was loving "potential" - some figment of my own imaginings. A dream. It was all a dream.
I feel the dull ache in the pit of my stomach, however I know the truth and it will deliver me, it will set me free. The ache in the pit of my stomach is there because "my husband" (the dream) has died, but my heart is still fighting against believing it. When someone really close to you dies physically, you are in shock. You find yourself waiting for them to come walking through the door or call you up and let you know it was all just a silly mix-up. But just like everyone else who’s lost someone they love to death, I know that won’t happen. And thus the ache deepens. Just like others, I need to pull myself together and plan the funeral and work through the process of grieving. I don’t want to put it off for too long, but I know I’m not ready yet.
So this is the start of the end. I will no longer live my life based on dreams for others, or based on their potential. I cannot love someone if I'm only after their potential. I need to love REAL people. Right where they are at today. Not where they could be (or where they should be, as my codependency says).
As I settle into my new apartment, I have a funeral to plan. I have to mourn "his" death. Grieve my loss. My counselor has suggested I write out a eulogy. Write all the great and wonderful traits my "dream husband" had. And just let myself grieve over each one. Accepting that "he" will never be there to fulfill those hopes.
If I can grieve, release, and accept this loss, I can grow and start to live my REAL life. And that is my REAL goal. I don't want to live in my dreams anymore. I want to be real and honest in my mind and in my heart every day and in every interaction.
Two years ago I married the "man of my dreams".
Over time I began to feel like less and less of a person. I wasn't worthy of respect. I wasn't a good wife. I just couldn't "make my husband happy." I began to despair, thinking I must go on killing myself to try to please him and make him happy. My whole world was turning upside-down but I didn't know why. What was I doing wrong?
Four months ago he admitted he had a drinking problem. He was an alcoholic who needed help. He began attending AA. He began working the program. He stopped drinking. I began working on my newly realized codependency. We both began seeing counselors. So why weren't things all better? Happy and loving? I was being hurt more and more everyday. I cried nearly every day. I couldn't focus at work. I couldn't focus on projects at home. We argued regularly.
Four weeks ago I moved out of our house, my home. The arguments had begun to consume every interaction. Some lead to shouting and many hurtful words. I stayed with friends. I prayed a lot.
Three weeks ago I hired a lawyer and filed for divorce. I applied for my own apartment. I cried a lot more. I could see that my health (mentally, emotionally, spiritually, AND physically) required this. My sanity needed this. My serenity couldn't co-exist with my "real husband".
Yesterday I woke up to a very clear new understanding. The man I loved was not the man I married and lived with every day. The man I loved was "my dream." The "dream husband" was loving, considerate, and always there for me. The "real husband" was manipulative, abusive (emotionally and pyschologically), and very selfish. But I'd lived life everyday with the dream controlling my thoughts, my feelings, my reactions, even my memories. I rationalized and justified everything based on my dream. I wasn't loving my "real husband", I was loving my "dream husband". Somehow I was sure the dream was or would be the reality. This wasn't fair to either of us. I wasn't loving him. I was loving "potential" - some figment of my own imaginings. A dream. It was all a dream.
I feel the dull ache in the pit of my stomach, however I know the truth and it will deliver me, it will set me free. The ache in the pit of my stomach is there because "my husband" (the dream) has died, but my heart is still fighting against believing it. When someone really close to you dies physically, you are in shock. You find yourself waiting for them to come walking through the door or call you up and let you know it was all just a silly mix-up. But just like everyone else who’s lost someone they love to death, I know that won’t happen. And thus the ache deepens. Just like others, I need to pull myself together and plan the funeral and work through the process of grieving. I don’t want to put it off for too long, but I know I’m not ready yet.
So this is the start of the end. I will no longer live my life based on dreams for others, or based on their potential. I cannot love someone if I'm only after their potential. I need to love REAL people. Right where they are at today. Not where they could be (or where they should be, as my codependency says).
As I settle into my new apartment, I have a funeral to plan. I have to mourn "his" death. Grieve my loss. My counselor has suggested I write out a eulogy. Write all the great and wonderful traits my "dream husband" had. And just let myself grieve over each one. Accepting that "he" will never be there to fulfill those hopes.
If I can grieve, release, and accept this loss, I can grow and start to live my REAL life. And that is my REAL goal. I don't want to live in my dreams anymore. I want to be real and honest in my mind and in my heart every day and in every interaction.
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Congratulations on reaching such an empowering point in your personal growth! Yes, you are mourning a dream. It's what I did too. ANd my life has improved by leaps and bounds since I buried that false dream and began life in the real world again. You too can thrive!
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Five months ago I walked away from "the man of my dreams". I discovered, as you, that he wasn't that man.
I can't say that it's not been hard - it's excruciating. But I could no longer live with the turmoil and daily stressors - so I ended it...for ME.
My life is so much more peaceful now but I will not lie and say that I'm completely over him. I'm not. But I'm working on me now and letting go of him along the way.
Best of wishes to you.
I can't say that it's not been hard - it's excruciating. But I could no longer live with the turmoil and daily stressors - so I ended it...for ME.
My life is so much more peaceful now but I will not lie and say that I'm completely over him. I'm not. But I'm working on me now and letting go of him along the way.
Best of wishes to you.
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Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: canada
Posts: 166
Congratulations!
I did the same thing regarding my EXAH of 24 years! It hasn't been easy but everything is so much better now. No chaos, lying, cheating, etc etc.
I chose to have my life on my terms!
Stay strong - K.
I did the same thing regarding my EXAH of 24 years! It hasn't been easy but everything is so much better now. No chaos, lying, cheating, etc etc.
I chose to have my life on my terms!
Stay strong - K.
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Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Colon, MI
Posts: 410
Congratulations!
I came to the realization I was in love with a dream also. And with the xabf contacting me yesterday, I am being tempted with trying to entertain the idea of that dream again. But it is what it is.....a dream. Not reality.
Could it also be said that while we are mourning the loss of this man, that we are celebrating the beginning of OUR life?
I came to the realization I was in love with a dream also. And with the xabf contacting me yesterday, I am being tempted with trying to entertain the idea of that dream again. But it is what it is.....a dream. Not reality.
Could it also be said that while we are mourning the loss of this man, that we are celebrating the beginning of OUR life?
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Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: British Columbia, Canada
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My relationship ended 6 months ago and it has not been easy at all. I still have that ache in the pit of my stomach. But like you, I was in love with the dream man and his potential, not the man he had actually become. It's hard to give up on a dream, but it's such a relief to have the chaos gone and not feel the daily pain of having to live with that and the constant rejection. Someone recently said, "You need to stop being in love with the idea of being in love." I really like the suggestion of writing a eulogy and think I will try that myself. It is very much like the death of a loved one - only there was no funeral.
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Thank you for posting this thread. I too lived "the dream" with my exabf. We weren't together long and it's probably because i was living the way i wanted him to be and maybe could be one day! Boy was i wrong. I've learned alot that if the person i meet isn't 98% of what i'm looking for, than forget it because at this age...we are who we are! Thanks again!
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Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: michigan
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Wow, I was just telling my friends today, it's like my husband died. And it's so much harder because I know he is out there not doing a damn thing about our separation. These feelings of grief can be overwhelming!! Thank-you for the post!
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That was heartbreaking JustMe - and a little too close to home I think! I'm still "dreaming" and hoping and trying to convince myself that the good times outweigh the bad. Reading this forum I'm starting to think there's no hope at all - hasn't anyone had success and ended up with a happy relationship?
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You're right, it's a funeral. It deserves to be buried and put to rest.
Getting past the "I made a mistake" and beating ourselves up over it is hard. But growth comes when we do.
Getting past the "I made a mistake" and beating ourselves up over it is hard. But growth comes when we do.
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Join Date: Mar 2007
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This is the way I feel, too. He was here once, I really believe that. Now my life is less chaotic but it is lonely. I am trying to work through that without over-booking myself with tons of classes and meetings and stuff! No matter how much I do, I still miss reading the paper with him in the morning. It just sux. People here say it will get better.
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It is easier when the guy has always been a jerk and you cling to something totally out of reality.. somehow you can say "well it was all my imagination"...
But when it appears so close.. in reality... and then it goes away
IT SUCKS!!
I prefer less chaotic although boring, lonely, geeky, etc. rather than "fun" which for him means drinking and saying mean words.
I am thinking about the time when he gets home all drunk in the morning and I am no longer in his room to be abused. kudos to myself!!
But when it appears so close.. in reality... and then it goes away
IT SUCKS!!
I prefer less chaotic although boring, lonely, geeky, etc. rather than "fun" which for him means drinking and saying mean words.
I am thinking about the time when he gets home all drunk in the morning and I am no longer in his room to be abused. kudos to myself!!
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I mourned the loss of AH for several years. I think that is the only justification I can give, other than being a massive codie, for putting up with his crap. And I put up with some pretty outrageous stuff!
The month before we got married, we were vacationing with his best friend's family on the Outer Banks (Kitty Hawk, NC). Everyone had gone to the beach and I was helping his best friend's mom in the kitchen. She was talking about AH, and I distinctly remember telling me, "Honey, you're so lucky; you're getting a good one."
Yes, he was a good one. Then, like a banana he went from green to ripe to some black grungy thing. Spoiled. Rotten. Stinky.
But even during the good times, I got glimpses of things to come. I was just too "in love" (read that to mean in codie overdrive) to see those little red flags .... and they were waving in my face all along.
The month before we got married, we were vacationing with his best friend's family on the Outer Banks (Kitty Hawk, NC). Everyone had gone to the beach and I was helping his best friend's mom in the kitchen. She was talking about AH, and I distinctly remember telling me, "Honey, you're so lucky; you're getting a good one."
Yes, he was a good one. Then, like a banana he went from green to ripe to some black grungy thing. Spoiled. Rotten. Stinky.
But even during the good times, I got glimpses of things to come. I was just too "in love" (read that to mean in codie overdrive) to see those little red flags .... and they were waving in my face all along.
Freed from the anguish
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Join Date: Aug 2008
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Yes, this would have been much easier for me if he had always been a jerk. But there were ALWAYS glimpses of the "dream husband" shining through. Those would catch my eye and my heart and would give me something to add to my existing dreams of what would/should/could be... I too was just too "in love" (codie overdrive) to see the obvious red flags.
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I loved my husband, the man.....but he changed, slowly until even tho' we were both miserable and he became more and more critical and verbally abusive, I didn't like him but I cared deeply for him. He hit me. I put him in jail. He filed for divorce. I cry and grieve and am having a rough go of it, but I am 50 and have loved and lost before so I know time does heal and all ready in some ways many things are easier.
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