I am sitting in the living room with a stranger. I have lived with him for twenty years but I am not sure I recognize him these days.
When our only child left for college we mourned. We took care of one another's broken heart. It was a sweet time in the midst of the saddest time.
We are strangers in many ways. Our child breathed life into us and without her presence we are flat. Deflated.
I hear his key in the door as he calls out helloo... It is the same greeting every day.
Each night around five o'clock I ask the same question. Dinner?
It is the same answer. Whatever you want is fine.
I hear him calling out the answers to Jeopardy questions from the bedroom.
The skype thingy is ringing. We come alive. Come quick! She's calling!
We take turns talking and listening. But mostly listening. It is our daughter who has a life with so much to tell.
So, what's new with you guys? We hem and haw. Same old stuff, sweetheart.
Love you guys. We love you too. Her face is gone. Skype has given us back our reason for living for ten minutes.
We have to rethink this. Reframe. She cannot keep breathing the life back into us forever.
Being her parents' life support is not her job.


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I think you deal with two things—intensely missing the child and then reintroducing yourselves as partners.
Rated.
Sometimes I do still feel lonely, and things get too quiet. But sometimes I am also relieved that she is gone because there were times when I needed -- when both of us needed -- some quiet and some calm. She was no more difficult than any other teenage girl with an artisitc temperament, but the drama and chaos of "teenage girl with artistic temperament" can be exhausting. I guess I'm saying it does get easier over time. Hang in there!
I've never experienced a relationship losing it's steam. All mine ended for different reasons. But, i always think that If I loved someone enough to marry I can't imagine losing that love.
R
You end on such a wise, profound note. You are NOT alone!
We became empty nesters ten years ago. We had focused so much on our kids (biological as well as a few "adopted" kids who stayed with us off and on) that we had become functionally married. We were married but rarely talked about anything other than bills, house repairs, schedules, car usage, college options, etc. Once we were alone it was so quiet and odd. In time we found each other again. Because I best communicate non-verbally (mime/writing) I began writing a journal of my thoughts about "us" that I shared with him.
Then just as we were really enjoying "just the two of us" our daughter came back to live down the street...and because her husband is an entertainer who travels...she the three grandkids are usually at our house.
I don't give it out advice but I know for me I had to get busy and quick! Get out of the house, take a course, join a yoga class; something for yourselves or yourself.
best xox
_especially miss amanda_
Good luck, kisses,
Marcela
I can't seem to say much tonight...rated though
I can completely relate to this! Marriages ebb and flow, don't they? We really do have to redefine things all the time. I'm only at the 10 year mark and I feel like we do it all the time. Thank you for such an honest post. You are a breath of fresh air here.
*shudders to think*
Have fun!
I reread this and the good news is that you're crazy about your daughter and visa versa, I'm sure. That in itself is lucky and not a given.
I have always been crazy about my mother and I've heard all the talk about how I need to disconnect etc but at 40 y.o I see it as a great gift that I stayed so extremely close to her. I just dig her more than I do anyone else, really. I find it so interesting how different cultures look upon the mother child relationship. Blogworthy? I think so.