August 10th: Losing the Dream

I felt the need to see a counselor while going through my divorce. She was very knowledgeable in what I was going through, based on her schooling, but also based on her life experiences. As our session was coming to a close one day she said, “It’s hard to give up your dream. You dreamed that you and your husband would raise your children together, travel together, grow old together, and it didn’t happen. Of course you are feeling devastated. You are grieving the death of your dream.”
I immediately burst into tears.
It was so true.
I had always had these visions of our future and how are life would be:

We would watch our son graduate from high school and we would look at each other lovingly and knowingly; proud of our mutual accomplishment of raising a successful child.

We would watch our daughter go off to college, or some day get married or both… and of course, I imagined my husband would be the one to give her away.

We would travel across the world, being loving and kind to each other in exotic locations.

It was a dream… a beautiful dream… but that dream was not to be.

The loss at the time was too much.
I had to grieve it.
If we had stayed together, would that dream have come true?
Who knows.
No one can predict the future.
Our past track record, our dysfunctional patterns, seemed to negate my dream of ever becoming a reality.
In the seventeen years that we had been married, I couldn’t come up with one time we had gone on a trip without our children. Each trip we had taken had ended with us fighting or my husband giving me the silent treatment. Maybe we would have traveled to exotic places together, getting along beautifully but… probably not.
I remembered back to my daughter’s graduation. Though we were both proud, we weren’t really getting along that day. We weren’t looking lovingly and knowingly at each other. My husband was tired of the crowd. I was hot and trying to keep everyone calm as I acted like a buffer between my own mother and my husband who weren’t really getting along during this period of time.
Yes…we were proud.
Yes…we felt a sense of accomplishment as parents.
Yes…we had great moments that day but it wasn’t like the “movie of the week” dream that I had pictured.
The reality was different from the dream.
It’s good to have dreams but it is also good to be able to look a dream in the eye and see the reality.
While going through my divorce, I had a hard time relinquishing the dream. I looked back and glamorized all that we had. I couldn’t see the truth in each situation. I could only see the dream.
I struggled to see what really happened because all I wanted to do was live in the dream: the dream that I thought I had lost.
The truth was, we had some great times together and we had some horrible times together.
The reality was that my dream was nothing more than a dream. As long as I held on to the dream, I would not be able to move forward in my divorce recovery. Today, I try to look at the whole picture… the loss of my dream and the reality of what our relationship really was.

“Dear God, help me to let go of my dream. It was a beautiful dream but it is now no longer helpful to me. If I can open my heart to a new dream, I open a door to the happiness that you will soon bring to me.”

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11 thoughts on “August 10th: Losing the Dream

  1. I believed marrying my husband was the dream.
    We had a story- soul mates who actually found each other. We’d always be together.
    My husband used to revel in telling the story.
    We believed, and friends and family believed …and it even made them feel good knowing we would be together always.
    That’s been so hard to let go of.
    Amazing how things can change. Right now it feels like it happened overnight. But it took time. And I understand now its okay to grieve and let it go.
    Thank you for helping me understand more clearly.

  2. It is so hard to let that go… I completely understand… there is a line in a movie called “Stage Beauty” where a character says: Banishment is horrific for someone who knows their rightful place” I felt that our marriage was my “rightful” place and that everyone around me thought so as well… I can tell you today Patricia… that I have been offered the chance by my ex twice to return to a relationship with him and I would not even consider it after time and reflection. πŸ™‚

  3. I could have written this myself in many regards…thank you for your eloquence in expressing my feelings through your words. Bit by bit I am finally seeing that my grieving is all about the dream, and that reality is what has caused my anger, and I can move beyond both emotions.

  4. Thank you both… it’s funny how I can still find myself living in fantasy in regards to relationships (friend or romantic) I’m much better at catching my fantasy early these days and reeling myself back into the reality. πŸ™‚ D.

  5. Yes I was married 36 years and found out last November my husband had been cheating over 5 years. I could have written this, at 58 years old we still want to live in a fairy tale! I think I will be
    grieving for a long time- but I know I will be ok.

    • I’m so sorry to read this and yes… you will be okay. I made it to the other side and so will you! I’m here if you need me. πŸ™‚ D.

  6. thank you for resuming your posts. Yes I can relate. It was not the “dream” I had in mind. It was me trying to always buffer the anger and outbursts. I am free now.

  7. I always was hopeful things would get better- if he didn’t drink so much, when expenses decreased or as the kids grew up. Little did I know he left years ago- so many lies, betrayal, a double life. Time to move forward- live my life for me!

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