Broken
Woke up in a "Why me?" state of mind today. Or, rather, a "Why us?" state of mind. My ex, my kid, and myself are, I think, pretty decent humans. We're flawed, like anyone else, but always tried to be good, according to our own compasses. We tried to never be hurtful, to support the people we cared about, and to leave the world a better place than we found it every day. For about 25 years, we were pretty good at it, I think.
And then, through circumstances we just couldn't control it fell apart. I never intended to become the monster I became, anymore than any of us intended for our lives to be upended during the COVID lockdown. We all thought we were doing the right, the appropriate, things to navigate increasingly difficult social and psychological circumstances. And everything still fell apart.
DBT teaches Radical Acceptance. The thing happened. Period. We don't have to like it, we don't have to make peace with it, but we have to accept that it happened. But some days, I wake up wondering "Why us?" We were lovely and happy and now we're broken, and will always be just a little bit sad. And we couldn't have done anything other than what we did.
Why us? Why couldn't we have just been a family and been happy? It's too late now. We'll never be that again. I will miss them for the rest of my life and I'll never have an answer to the question. And some days, it's really fucking hard to just have to accept that.