Stumbling on a Truth: I've Always Been Alone
Meanwhile, for pretty much the entire week, the sex life has been nonexistent, so I’ve been struggling with anger and trying to let that go. Then last night I sat on the porch smoking a cigar and worked through the anger to the sadness. I just spent time listening to my affirmations, watching the candles burning, smoking my cigar, drinking beer and mourning the state of my marriage. I still love her, but it’s clear that, no matter how much I wish things would change or which that my changing myself could change things, this isn’t going to work for me. And that makes me sad, because I really do love her and so wished it would work out. No bitterness, no resentment, no anger, just sadness and acceptance.
At lunch I had a wonderful walk around the Santa Monica pier, got myself centered, felt really good about myself and my life, then came back and got a call from my wife, and heard the news about her and my mom. Bottom line, my parents are being completely unreasonable and controlling. What it boils down to is they don’t like the way I’m living my life and they’re blaming my wife. So I had another moment of sadness and realization. I realized that, when they were my parents, I trusted them to look out for my best interest. But now that I’m grown, and even though I turned out great, I can no longer trust them to understand and support my best interest. I have to look at them now not as parents but as friends who are often full of shit.
I had to similarly let go of old beliefs about my ex wife. I realize she’s not a particularly good person, isn’t very good as a mother, and that I shouldn’t listen to her or do anything she wants me to. There is no such thing as finding a balance with her, it’s all about doing things her way, so I just need to live my life the way I want to and give no consideration for her approval or opinion.
In fact, putting together everything that happened this week with the women in my life, the overriding lesson is that I should give absolutely no consideration for any woman’s approval and instead be entirely unfazed by anything women say and do. This doesn’t mean don’t respect woman. Just treat them with respect only so far as I’m not giving them any power or status whatsoever. I love women as women and for the beautiful human beings they are, and that’s it. I don’t do what they say, I don’t seek their approval, I don’t let them affect me in any way. I don’t judge, and I don’t give a rat’s ass what they think of me and the life I’m living.
It’s becoming painfully clear that the choice to live my life the way I want to means giving up a lot. It’s also painfully clear that the stuff I’m giving up was total bullshit. The painful part is realizing just how many of my past beliefs are total bullshit. All of them are.
I can’t accept my parents’ approval anymore because their approval is bullshit and they don’t care about what’s really in my best interest, they just want to be right. I can’t accept my ex wife’s approval because she doesn’t know how to be a good parent, she’s full of shit and absolutely not looking out for my best interest. And I can’t accept approval from women because, again, they’re not concerned with what’s in my best interest, no matter how sweet and caring they may be. This realization is at once liberating and scary – I’m free to live my own life the way I please, but I’m completely on my own and entrusted with the lives of two children. The encouraging thing is it’s always been this way, and I’ll continue to handle it, just without the old delusions.
When I look at it that way, I have nothing to fear from loneliness as far as women are concerned because I’ve been completely alone all this time, with only my self-delusion keeping me company. Did I just stumble on a philosophical truth?
