Hi all,
I posted slightly over a year ago, about the challenges associated to our long distance relationship: Holly, 41, 2 kids (7 and 10), in Calgary; me Mathias, 42, 2 kids (18 & 16), in Toronto. I'm currently at the Calgary airport, devastated, and likely not returning to Calgary for a long time. This feels like the end, 2 years and almost 4 months after our journey started.... I need input.
We met on a plane, on May the 11th, 2015. Stayed in touch, supported each other through the demise of both our marriages. Got closer together after and started that LDR, with no expectations. We sheltered it from the outside, renting AirBnB's in the mountains, went hiking, met in NYC, lived a dream. Which it was... I was travelling to Calgary for work on a regular basis, I was staying at her place. Kids were with their dad (her ex), we were happy, simply happy.
Then we looked at getting closer, letting other get into our love bubble. Selected friends, family, and more recently, her kids. First meeting in November. Good kids, but fights braking up regularly between them, and an obvious different education model from the one I gave my children. They fight; I intervene, tell them one word: "behave"... she hears it, gets triggered. First fight, ever. She tells me how I should be their friend. Get to know them. Support them. Have fun with them. Not parent them.
Storm passes, we talk about seeing each other around Christmas. I book my flight, long trip, 19th of Dec to Jan 7th. 90% of this time with the kids present, in the same space. 5 days in a ski cabin with them, and her ex's father, great guy, whom she considers as her dad. I know this will be tough. A test really. I don't know what to get ready for....
I arrive. Magic kicks in. We spend 3 days on our own, with love, care, sex and all the great things we do when we see each other. Then Christmas dinner, and kids come around. Dinner is at her old house where her ex lives. He's here, with his new girlfriend, kids are there, in-law's are there, and the ex's brother and girlfriend's sister. I panic.... go upstairs and get totally overwhelmed by this loud place, the people, the ex, the kids. I break down in tears. She finds me upstairs, gets upset and just as I was telling her how I needed her help and support, asks me to "rise over the chaos"... and goes downstairs leaving me behind. Pain is atrocious, I feel left down. I pull myself together and make my way downstairs, trying to act normal. She's surrounded with her loved ones, I feel like a stranger. I just want to be with her. Alone. That was the preamble of what ensued.
Following days are stained with kids fighting, her 7 year old totally losing his marbles on her sister. Insults fly, yelling fills the space. I feel awkward, out of place. She feels it, gets triggered, taking it as an accusation or criticism of her education model. This also follows an incident on the 23rd, when her 10 yo daughter was literally yelling at her, losing her marbles too. She wants and creates a space for them to express themselves, with little to no boundaries. Her daughter is disrespectful, insolent, and she ultimately gets away with it. I spoke to Holly about this, and share my concerns around the impact of these fights on her mood, and our ability to connect as partners. She points out that is not my problem, and that I'm only asked to support her. I find it hard to be a bystander when the one you love is being treated so poorly by her own children.
The rest of the stay is a repeat. Fights break; I'm sometimes not even in the same space, but I hear slur language flying, doors slamming. She is tired. She feels how I feel, and pulls back, when I just want to get closer to her. She needs her space, I need her presence. We end up at the opposite ends of the spectrum.
Yesterday was the last occurrence. Son loses it again, calls her sister sh*tbrain and yells at her. Holly does the usual, asks him to go to his room. He kicks the door, and yells. I get tense. She feels it. Same cycle repeats again. I stay in the kitchen putting things away as we just returned from the ski cabin. She asks me to stop and go elsewhere... refusing my help. She's turning down my primary love language, "Acts of Service". I feel rejected, I go up and pack my things. I just can't deal with these situations anymore.
We speak later, while the kids are watching TV. We're both cross for different reasons. She is mad at me for making her feel untrusted, or incapable of educating her children or handling their fighting. She feels the weight of my ask for connecting, when most of her time is dedicated to her children. I voice the exact same pain on my end, due to our inability to connect physically or even be intimate. The kids fighting is tiring her out, and she just wants to sleep at night. She asks me to leave her house the next day, that space is needed, I'm devastated, she's mad at me.
I'm about to board my flight. I couldn't stay in Calgary until my actual flight, while knowing she was on her own, and that the only thing I wanted to do was to be with her.
I think our story is over. I will seek professional psychological assistance to address my fears, and love her from a place of truth, vs a place of fear. But I'm still not sure that I can be ok with the impact her kids are having on our ability to connect, as a couple.
Seeking advice or assistance... Anything helps. Thank you.
Mathias
I posted slightly over a year ago, about the challenges associated to our long distance relationship: Holly, 41, 2 kids (7 and 10), in Calgary; me Mathias, 42, 2 kids (18 & 16), in Toronto. I'm currently at the Calgary airport, devastated, and likely not returning to Calgary for a long time. This feels like the end, 2 years and almost 4 months after our journey started.... I need input.
We met on a plane, on May the 11th, 2015. Stayed in touch, supported each other through the demise of both our marriages. Got closer together after and started that LDR, with no expectations. We sheltered it from the outside, renting AirBnB's in the mountains, went hiking, met in NYC, lived a dream. Which it was... I was travelling to Calgary for work on a regular basis, I was staying at her place. Kids were with their dad (her ex), we were happy, simply happy.
Then we looked at getting closer, letting other get into our love bubble. Selected friends, family, and more recently, her kids. First meeting in November. Good kids, but fights braking up regularly between them, and an obvious different education model from the one I gave my children. They fight; I intervene, tell them one word: "behave"... she hears it, gets triggered. First fight, ever. She tells me how I should be their friend. Get to know them. Support them. Have fun with them. Not parent them.
Storm passes, we talk about seeing each other around Christmas. I book my flight, long trip, 19th of Dec to Jan 7th. 90% of this time with the kids present, in the same space. 5 days in a ski cabin with them, and her ex's father, great guy, whom she considers as her dad. I know this will be tough. A test really. I don't know what to get ready for....
I arrive. Magic kicks in. We spend 3 days on our own, with love, care, sex and all the great things we do when we see each other. Then Christmas dinner, and kids come around. Dinner is at her old house where her ex lives. He's here, with his new girlfriend, kids are there, in-law's are there, and the ex's brother and girlfriend's sister. I panic.... go upstairs and get totally overwhelmed by this loud place, the people, the ex, the kids. I break down in tears. She finds me upstairs, gets upset and just as I was telling her how I needed her help and support, asks me to "rise over the chaos"... and goes downstairs leaving me behind. Pain is atrocious, I feel left down. I pull myself together and make my way downstairs, trying to act normal. She's surrounded with her loved ones, I feel like a stranger. I just want to be with her. Alone. That was the preamble of what ensued.
Following days are stained with kids fighting, her 7 year old totally losing his marbles on her sister. Insults fly, yelling fills the space. I feel awkward, out of place. She feels it, gets triggered, taking it as an accusation or criticism of her education model. This also follows an incident on the 23rd, when her 10 yo daughter was literally yelling at her, losing her marbles too. She wants and creates a space for them to express themselves, with little to no boundaries. Her daughter is disrespectful, insolent, and she ultimately gets away with it. I spoke to Holly about this, and share my concerns around the impact of these fights on her mood, and our ability to connect as partners. She points out that is not my problem, and that I'm only asked to support her. I find it hard to be a bystander when the one you love is being treated so poorly by her own children.
The rest of the stay is a repeat. Fights break; I'm sometimes not even in the same space, but I hear slur language flying, doors slamming. She is tired. She feels how I feel, and pulls back, when I just want to get closer to her. She needs her space, I need her presence. We end up at the opposite ends of the spectrum.
Yesterday was the last occurrence. Son loses it again, calls her sister sh*tbrain and yells at her. Holly does the usual, asks him to go to his room. He kicks the door, and yells. I get tense. She feels it. Same cycle repeats again. I stay in the kitchen putting things away as we just returned from the ski cabin. She asks me to stop and go elsewhere... refusing my help. She's turning down my primary love language, "Acts of Service". I feel rejected, I go up and pack my things. I just can't deal with these situations anymore.
We speak later, while the kids are watching TV. We're both cross for different reasons. She is mad at me for making her feel untrusted, or incapable of educating her children or handling their fighting. She feels the weight of my ask for connecting, when most of her time is dedicated to her children. I voice the exact same pain on my end, due to our inability to connect physically or even be intimate. The kids fighting is tiring her out, and she just wants to sleep at night. She asks me to leave her house the next day, that space is needed, I'm devastated, she's mad at me.
I'm about to board my flight. I couldn't stay in Calgary until my actual flight, while knowing she was on her own, and that the only thing I wanted to do was to be with her.
I think our story is over. I will seek professional psychological assistance to address my fears, and love her from a place of truth, vs a place of fear. But I'm still not sure that I can be ok with the impact her kids are having on our ability to connect, as a couple.
Seeking advice or assistance... Anything helps. Thank you.
Mathias
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