Has got me thinking. Well, remembering, in fact.
I wrote the previous poems, (you know I’m really not a poet, right?), a long time ago.
Then, this morning, as I was trawling through my thousands of old emails, looking for something, I found something else. The evidence of a broken heart, poured out over dozens of emails – the wreckage of a marriage broken by infidelity, with the wound gaping open as one party moved on a little too quickly for the other.
It played out over weeks, turned into months – each and every message more scathing than the last. One moment, we are discussing practicalities (money, assets, cat insurance) and in the next venom is being fired because a solos holiday has been booked just weeks after the split. Then there are two close family bereavements for one of us, and the whole unholy mess gets mixed together to create something more horrible than anyone can imagine.
The ‘how could you?’ turns into ‘I’m seeing a lawyer’ after one party assumes they are temporarily separated, working at it, while the other embraces single life by shagging anything within a ten-metre distance. Or so it’s perceived, at the time.
Twenty minutes, and trails of read emails later, I found that I was sitting at my desk with tears rolling down my cheeks. It really is the gift that keeps on giving, it’s open heart surgery without anaesthesia.
And then I hit the delete button, again and again, and smiled. I have the love of the kindest, sweetest man and I never thought that would happen – not after what happened, all that time ago.
Without that experience, I would not be where I am, now. I am thankful.
I hope that he, the other participant in all that warfare, has at least a fraction of what I have. The guns have been permanently locked away, never to see daylight again.