12/22/2024
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“Yes, I fu**ed up by saying I want to separate. What I should have said is: this needs to be fixed. Let's fix it within the confines of this marriage. The fu**ed-up part is that we agree on most stuff: parenting, religion, politics, all the important stuff. It's intimacy that we lack. Sexually, but that also applies to sharing our dreams, or preferences, or things we want. It’s partly my problem. I’m very closed off. I don't share s**t. I don't share with my wife, I don’t share with anyone. Right now we’re in what’s called a therapeutic separation. Together we see a marriage counselor, and each of us is seeing our own counselor. During this trial period my job is to work only on myself. That’s what this New York trip is all about. I’m trying to figure out what I’m living for. All day at work I take care of my patients. Then I come home, and take care of the kids: do bathtime, make dinner occasionally. Take care of the yard, and the house. We bought too big of a house. So it’s a lot of work, taking care of the house. And by the time I’m finished, there goes any of the s**t that I wanted to do, like my art-- you know? It’s starting to feel like if I don't make a change, then I will never be who I want to be. I'm not just a dad. I'm not just a dad. I want to be more. I need to be more. And I don’t think I could ever achieve that in this marriage. This marriage is dead. It has to die. But I have no problem building a new marriage with my wife, absolutely no problem with that. Every Monday we’re going on dates. We hadn’t dated in eighteen years, but we’ve gone on like five dates. And I’d say we’ve learned more about each other these last five weeks than we have in the past five years. I was just on the phone with her maybe an hour ago, telling her all about this trip to New York. And I told her: ‘I wish that I could share this-- what I'm doing right now, with you.’”