So I thought I’d share a brief update.
The first couple of nights—plane ride over and first night in Rome—I’d say I had mostly negative feelings about the relationship. It was a lot of anger at various things and a lot of sadness about other stuff. I began to see myself drifting in a negative direction on the relationship.
I went to Florence on Thursday. The family friends I was visiting own a jewelry store there, so I spent a good deal of my first day there in the store chatting with them. I was not in a good headspace in my marriage, but I felt like I wanted to push through and buy my WW something—I needed to get her a Christmas gift still as the thing I got for her she had to return.
I thought it could be a good opportunity to find something significant, that would reflect my feelings in the moment while still offering hope for our future. I looked and looked, but no luck. I settled on some modestly priced earrings and figured that was that.
A few hours later though I saw a piece that jumped out at me: it was a gorgeous sapphire ring, shaped in a teardrop, surrounded by diamonds. The price was outrageous, but it really clicked with me emotionally. Sapphires are her favorite stone and I’ve never found a piece I liked enough to get for her before; the ring felt appropriate as an offering of renewal; and the teardrop shape was perfect to show my feelings.
I pointed the ring out to my friends (older couple and their daughter, roughly my age) and they agreed it was beautiful but wanted to show me other similar items so I had some choices.
One of the other rings they showed me was objectively gorgeous, but the stone wasn’t in a tear drop. The daughter noted that to buy such an expensive ring that would last my wife a lifetime, she would probably feel sad looking down at the tear—internally I wondered if that was my intent.
I went for a walk around the old city and a memory slapped me across the face. I lived in Florence in 2005 while studying abroad and there was a girl I fell for in my class while we were here. I walked passed the market (the one with the metal boar, forgot if it has a name) and noted the spot we first kissed. Then I came to the Arno and recall the spot I was (near the Ponte Vecchio) where I went for an hour or so the morning after she hooked up with another guy the night before. How sad I was then (though obviously nothing compared to now).
It occurred to me that perhaps the teardrop was all wrong. Why would I want to repair our marriage and give her a gorgeous gift that reminds her of the sadness in this moment? It’s not generosity, it’s petty and selfish on my part.
I want to be better—really and truly better. I went back to the store and bought the other ring (not the teardrop). I want to give it to her when I return not because I’m convinced I’ll stay with her, but because I want to prove to myself I’m capable of looking forward instead of backward. I want to prove to myself that I’m capable of evolving into a better version of myself.
I don’t know if I’m ready to even do that, but when I get home, I at least want to have that option at hand. It’s a hard feeling to explain—I can’t get out of my own head right now, but I want to believe if I just keep pushing myself along with my actions, I’ll end up in the place I want to be. To do the things I want to do rather than the things I’m thinking or feeling in a given moment.
Anyway, perhaps the above is just the ranting of a madman lol. Maybe I’m entirely lost and just can’t see it. I’m in Positano now and I can think of no better place to further clear my head.
Ciao everyone.
[This message edited by Drstrangelove at 7:24 AM, Sunday, April 10th]