Well, we met for two hours today with a very competent counselor. The upshot is that Sheila is committed to splitting up, and that leaves me virtually no ground to maneuver. It is just such a tremendous shame that now, when everything is aligned to help us achieve reconciliation, Sheila has irreconcilably moved away, and will not consider the option. Her reason? There has been an accumulation of too many things over the years, and she can't imagine ever overcoming them all. My take? Come on, the stakes are high enough that there is never too much baggage to overcome. As it happens, only her take counts, so that's pretty much the end of the story of our marriage. Damned fucking shame.
I had arranged to meet a good friend at a bar afterward who I hadn't seen in awhile, and we got into a long discussion about all of this. Turns out he has had marital issues for years, too, and both he and his wife have considered leaving. But they also went to a weekend marriage session recently that he thought really helped. The main difference between our situation and theirs is that they have both lef the door open to patching things up. Not the case with us.
Yes I'm bitter. Yes I can see all sides of this thing. Yes I still cling to the hope that during separation Sheila will see the light. No I don't really think she will, but someday she will regret having abandoned our marriage for whimsical, adolescent-like, ungrounded, menopause-influenced, Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the divorced single mom's club inspired reasons. And yes it will likely be too late to get back together again.
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