I told my wife everything Iâd been keeping a secret from her these past months.
About how I thought of inviting my ex to play D&D with our group somehow
About how Iâd been listening to exâs podcast
She was not happy about either thing, but she understood. We talked for a while. She knows how important peace and harmony is for me among my friends and family, and so she understands how much this thing with my ex seeing her again and coming back into her orbit and shaking her hand but not getting to talk and apologize is tearing me up.
But she also reminds me although finding peace is not impossible, it is highly improbable at this point.
Being friends again with my ex itâs entirely possible it isnât even something God wants for us, and itâs apparent that itâs not something she wants, itâs only something that I want, and to what end? Someone to watch marvel movies with? Someone to share memes with? I already have that with other friends and with my wife.
I thought thereâd be a happy ending where we could just all be happy friends and forgive each other and go to the same church, being one of the only friends I know in this new town we moved to, but this was a naĂŻve and childish way of thinking. Thereâs no magic or alchemy or cleverness that can fix this, because itâs not a problem that can be fixed. She is not a âproblemâ, she is a person. A person that is making her own decisions with the information she have available to her, and not seeking to find out anything else from me directly.
I may seek out some additional counseling if I continue to have these intrusive thoughts about my ex going forward. Thatâs how this story ends. Thanks for listening dear reader.