You won't be all that surprised to hear that one of the main things that drew Jake and I together was our shared values; I suppose the best description would be that we are both sort of old fashioned liberals.
Fairness, doing the right
thing, thoughtfulness, modesty and mutual respect set the tone for our
relationship and, having gone through a fairly unhealthy, self-destructive
period in my twenties, finding an old fashioned gentleman like Jake was like
steering my ship through a raging storm into a safe harbour.
We would often visit other
people in their homes and I would find myself thinking 'thank God Jake's not
like that' as partners belched their way through a meal, left the bathroom door
open when they were relieving themselves or were openly rude or dismissive to
their partner. I'm sure some of you are reading this and thinking 'what an old
woman, I have no problem with that', but my Dad and Step Dad are both old fashioned
gentleman, so it's not that surprising that I would look for this in a partner.
I realise now that I drew our
relationship and Jake's respectful, unconditional love around me like a
comforting armour that would keep me safe and all those who would intrude or
harm me (including myself) at bay.
You can imagine then how
challenging I am finding facing alone the completely intrusive, exposing nature
of our current situation. In the last week I have had to discuss specifics of
our sex life with four different people. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, I
just don't feel all that comfortable sharing the intimate mechanics and detail
of this most private element of our marriage.
However, this is not the only
area of intrusion and exposure; our finances, aspirations, plans for a family,
where we will live, how I will work, when we're 'allowed' to be together, how
my husband's treatment and rehab is managed, where we can go on our own and
pretty much anything else you can think of are all open for scrutiny and
comment from, it seems, all and any party that claims or expresses an interest.
This feeling of exposure and
being out of control is compounded by the continuing uncertainty of both the
criminal and civil cases, where faceless people are making life changing
decisions without having even met us.
Ronald Reagan once said
"the most terrifying words in the English language are: I'm from the
government and I'm here to help".
Well, I know that all these
parties, whether official or personal in their connection, have a good intent,
genuinely want to help and also that in many cases we need and have sought out
that help; but sometimes I feel so exposed and raw that it seems as though
nowhere and nothing is private anymore and I can't navigate back to that safe
harbour because he is facing his own storm.
At those times I would like
them all to bugger off and mind their own business, or at least give a little
more thought to their impact!