A marriage with no upside

One of the hardest things about this divorce is being forced to confront the chronic failures that could be ignored in the flow of a normal adult life.

 

I got no support for 30 years.  Everything I accomplished occurred in spite of my wife.  She neither engaged, participated, or praised my successes.  From the outside, and looking at the way she rejected others who she could not match or bring down, I assume she was competing with me rather than loving me. 

 

No wonder you dropped out.  You stopped racing when you couldn't win.  You stopped law when you failed to get accolades.  You left me when I finally expressed my own value and the huge gap between us.  You could not match anything I stand for, and you never will—you'll just keep moving the goalposts to the next empty field and play there by yourself until someone comes along and beats you at your next game.

 

Those goalposts are heavy, friend.  Eventually you're going to have to start living your life on shared fields.  You've abandoned all the places where you might have made something remarkable of yourself.

 

 

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