Saturday, July 8, 2017

Hardware Not Heartache

A trip to the local hardware store provided interesting results tonight. You never know where the grief will come from, it can sneak up on you in the strangest places. I enter the doors of the store that has provided the odds and ends to just about every project done in the house that once held my heart. The number of times we, me and my ex-husband, entered those automatic doors I cannot even begin to count. We would enter with big plans, small projects, dreams of creating a perfect nursery or plans to re-landscape the whole backyard. This store rarely failed us, nearly always providing what we needed.

For the most part the man knew exactly what he needed to get and I was there along for the ride or to help with carrying or possibly picking out paint colors. Sometimes we would go and work the project out in our heads. And I guess as a lot of people do, a quick sweep of the nursery for potential new plants or an attractive pot for the front porch, we always spent way more than we should've.

Tonight as I entered the doors alone, I knew the store would not fail me as my needs were pretty basic. What I did not expect to find, while standing in the aisle staring at drillbits and snap in screw drivers, was a feeling of profound grief. Interesting since I feel grateful to be out of that relationship and for the growth that has occurred since it ended. Perhaps there's just that little part of me still wishes for that completely intact family. It has nothing to do with the man anymore. It has nothing to do with the ending of a 30 year marriage. It has everything to do with the dreams of a little girl to achieve something better for herself and for her family than the broken shit that I called my childhood. Somehow I equated a successful marriage as happiness, fullfillment and security.  Maybe safety is a better word. Perhaps, for the child in me, it equaled being safe.

The feeling came and went. The ache peaked but it no longer takes me to my knees. I feel it and recognize it and then I move forward.

Got my necessary hardware and now I'm going home to hang a chalkboard in the kitchen. The Boy Scout is there cooking dinner for tomorrow nights get together with friends. He'll be dancing to the Mark Knopfler station on pandora and have a big smile on his face.

What is success?  That remains to be seen. 

7 comments:

  1. Sometimes success is leaving a bad situation with your spirit intact.

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  2. I have commented twice and neither one has shown up here. wth

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  3. I'll try again...Found this quote on Instagram "At times life pushes us down. And we want to rise, but luckily we only get to our knees. And as we pray, We remember our wings. And know that we are actually free." You are a Warrior. A successful Warrior. And I see you.

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    1. Thank you dear one! Love the quote.

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  4. Just the other day, I read a quotation about grief that really struck me. It's similar in sentiment to what you say here. The quotation is by Anis Mojgani, from The Grieving Room:

    "Grief is a long dark table that calls to you to come to it alone."

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    1. Necessary to take and seat and do the work. Lovely quote.

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