Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
In the aftermath of our overnight we were still ducking James. He would go in and out of caring and not. I would meet Hailey typically before therapy. A quick conversation and make out session. It was getting deeper. Hailey was starting to work on healing and her future.
I was working on it in a very different way. We all have traumas and mine was as a kid, hers was both as a child and as an adult. We both had very different adult challenges but the big picture was similar. In being tethered to a spouse who vacated our marriages for years. This bond helped us connect even beyond our naturally wild chemistry.
There would be times we would even arrange just seeing each other in public without actually talking just acknowledging each other with a smile or a look. On some level I am sure it seems insensitive to those around us who we cared about. But it really felt innocent and sweet. Things that should happen for or to people. While our spouses didn’t deserve it, we did. If that makes any sense.
In this space in our relationship it was getting more meaningful. We would get into so much about our lives. We knew about each others children. Hopes and dreams. Likes and Dislikes. At this point in my life I know Hailey maybe better than anyone and she knows me probably better than anyone as well.
I watched her in what I thought was her being brave. Taking action and changing her life. I was in admiration. She would do something and think about it or deal with it as it came. My approach was to plan think through the scenarios take calculated acceptable risks. I tried to let her be her, but I was never sure that she would have the patience to let me be me.
Hailey and James moved for the third time in 4 years when i met her. Anytime the marital problems would bubble they would just move and think that a fresh start would help. I tried to explain to her that is akin to running away the problems don’t stay with the house. I am writing this as reinforcement of the flip side of leaping before you look. At the end of the day you do need to take a leap of faith. But why try to leap 100 feet when you only have to leap 10. I think she was getting it. But I was always concerned about the decisions she made but nevertheless supportive. I was nervous for her as the sale of their home approached. June is right around the corner and I was nervous for us as well. What comes next?