“It Happens Everyday,” But it Shouldn’t

It Happens Everyday, Carly Simon

It happens everyday
Two lovers with the best intentions to stay
Together, they decide to separate
Just how it happens, neither is certain
But it happens everyday….
Well, you make him a liar
Turn him into a robber

Well, it happens everyday.

I have had to go to two pre-trial conferences related to my divorce from Lena. I recognize that divorce is often ugly; it doesn’t need to be, but it is. Like the lyrics above say, “Well, you make him a liar. Turn him into a robber.” It’s very sad how two people who once were so much in love can twist history and try to tear one another apart. I have sincerely tried to not go down that road. It’s not what I want at all, but then again, I didn’t want the divorce either. In these two pretrial conferences Lena’s lawyer has said somethings that are just patently false. I don’t know if the false information comes from Lena or this is just a standard page out of her lawyer’s playbook; but it sucks.

I would much rather be told that I got fat and unattractive, that I was a lousy lover, that I was too grumpy or just a plain old asshole, than have lies said about me.

1st Lie

Lena’s lawyer claims that I was unfaithful throughout the marriage. This is plainly and simply FALSE. I never cheated on Lena. I never wanted to cheat on her. I never had eyes for another while I was with her. I was so in love with her and thought she was an amazing, smart and stunningly beautiful woman. I thought we were very compatible sexually and I never felt any reason to look for something anywhere else. Period. Seriously.

So, where does this lie come from? Is it merely a standard page out of the divorce playbook of lawyers? Maybe. It doesn’t make much sense in New York State as it is a no fault state — so infidelity doesn’t matter, if it were true, which it is not. Is Lena projecting? That’s a possibility, but I never thought she was cheating on me during the marriage despite the fact that she openly admitted to cheating on her first husband several times “after she knew the marriage was over but before getting out of it.” I was so in love with her and thought that she was so in love with me that I never thought either of us would cheat. But… maybe she did and now she is projecting; I just don’t know. I do know her mother often accused me of cheating because I spent time at the upstate home without Lena. During the marriage Lena said she knew her mother’s accusations were crap and just part and parcel of her soul cancer. I would have hoped that by now Lena would have realized that nothing good ever comes from allowing her mother’s psychotic mean spirited drivel into her head; again, I just don’t know.

2nd Lie

The second lie is that I never lived in Rivertown with Lena and her children. In last night’s blog post, I wrote how hurtful this lie is because it completely negates everything that I did there for seven years.

When Lena and I were talking about getting married in 2010 and 2011, I was 100% open about my mental illness history and suicide attempt history. I told Lena that I needed to keep the home in upstate NY and spend some amount of time here because living full-time all of the time in Rivertown would not be good for my mental health. I agreed to spend 50% or more of my time down in Rivertown with Lena and her kids. But we both agreed to the idea that we would not necessarily be together 365 nights a year. The first couple of years I thought this arrangement was working OK and I did spend more than half of my time in Rivertown. I drove the kids to their before school program and picked them up from the same program after school. Later I drove the kids to and from school often. There were several times when I closed up the upstate house and spent 4-6 months 24/7 there in Rivertown. I was on the pickup list from the high school for the kids… Why would I be on that list if I never lived there or only came down on weekends? I can subpoena school officials to prove this.

I drove the kids to soccer/basketball/lacrosse/dance practices. I have photos from mid-week practices and games; not just weekend events. I attended dance and concert and play rehearsals; again, I have photos from all of these things. Again, these are mid-week practices; I wasn’t just around on “some weekends.” Dance teachers/coaches and friends can confirm that I was an involved step-parent. One coach wrote in a text message to me that for some period of time it was obvious to him that I was more involved in the lives of my step-children than either of their biological parents… because I wasn’t working (as both parents were) and I took the time to be involved. I was there. I was involved. I was part of a family. I was part of a community. Again, I have tens of thousands of photos proving I was there and that I was involved. I have a list of a dozen people willing to testify under oath about my being there and my level of involvement. I have doctors that I saw regularly down there with records showing visits etc.

It’s a bald face lie that I never lived down there. Did I sell the upstate home and move down there 24/7/365 when we got married? No. I did not. But I spent a significant amount of time there investing in the family, home and community.

Below is a slideshow of just a smattering of the tens of thousands of photos I have of the time I spent living in Rivertown:

Dear Lena… Yesterday Sucked.

Dear Lena,

Yesterday was a horrible day.  It really sucked.  My mother had a car accident and called me one the phone upset and asking me to come down and help her out.  As I pulled into her driveway I got the text from you saying you had gone to a lawyer to initiate the divorce process.

I can’t say that the text came out of the blue; after all, we have been separated for five weeks and have had zero communication for almost two weeks.  As I read that text my stomach churned.  I almost threw up in the car and I felt like someone had hit me in the groin with a 20 lbs sledgehammer.  I felt dizzy and my arrhythmia instantly kicked into high gear.  I felt like I did when I shot myself in the chest.  I stood outside my car for a minute expecting to collapse.  I really felt like I might die right then and there.  I am not that lucky.

I know that all you did was call the lawyer.  I know you have every right to move forward with a divorce and with your life.  I know all of this in my head.  I can even give several reasons why we didn’t work out in the past or why it wouldn’t make sense for us to try again.  I know we were both unkind to each other at times and especially at the very end.  I know I made mistakes.  I am well aware of my many imperfections.  I know living with me is hard… apparently impossible.  I can be grumpy and depressed, sullen and removed, angry and loud, introverted and un-affectionate… I know all of this.  Yet despite knowing all of this, I am emotionally devastated.  I feel as if I am dying inside.

Yesterday I also realized it wasn’t just the romantic aspects of our relationship that I missed; although I definitely do miss that too.  I miss our friendship… the one we had at the beginning and the first few years of our marriage.  I miss talking to you about your research.  Once you started the new job we lost that connection.  So many things changed four and half years ago.

I know there is no going backwards in life.  I just wish we could find some different way forward that included us rather than a divided divorced us.  There were many good times, yet the bad times seem to crowd out those good memories.  I keep thinking about Montreal and Hilton Head… strawberry picking and trips to our river.  Even the “little” things like holding you are night when we went to sleep and bringing you coffee in the morning.

I also don’t understand how we both can say the other is the love of our lives, yet we can’t find some way to make things work.  If you are the love of my life and I am the love of your life… and we can’t find a way to stay married then love is worthless and I don’t ever want to be in love again.  I guess that despite the rough exterior, I am still that kid who believed that love could conquer all.  If love doesn’t conquer all… If we, with our love, can’t conquer all… then what is the point of love?  What’s the point of life without a love than can indeed conquer all?