So one big part of my life is my Ex-Wife Lily. Let me give the backstory. We met 350 years ago when I was in Germany. I was working in the woods looking for a special herb when I heard a light laugh. I looked up and there she was. She was blonde, her blue eyes just sparkling, and she called me an idiot for looking for herbs in the wrong country. Flash forward 10 years of secret meetings and fun times old fairy runes, I proposed. We got married in the same forest as all our friends and family.
I thought everything was great. We had a son named Berry, a nice house, and a great life. One day I woke up and she’s was just.. just gone. I looked everywhere. The neighbors didn’t see her and her sisters were not answering any questions, she had just disappeared. Berry was only 16 months and I was just alone. Not even her mother could tell me where she was. I was with Berry and myself in this empty house that was so full of things I couldn’t deal with.
I left. I had to. I packed up the house and moved with Berry to Columbia. It was as far away as I could think of from everything. If it wasn’t for Berry, I think I would have done a lot of things differently. I know for sure I would not have started my own business. I also know I would have never left my house. But I did. I kept moving through the pain and the heartache. I kept moving but I wasn’t getting better, I wasn’t feeling happy or even just normal. So, I saw a therapist.
Ironically not only was this the best choice of my life for my mental health but it is also where I met my love, Horatio. We were at a group thing that Maggie, my therapist, had told me I would benefit from. I didn’t want to go that night but for some reason, I had it in my head that I just had to go, call it a wizards intuition. We met, and he was just so easy to talk to and ugh ❤
But that’s not the point of this. Two years later Lily just showed up again. She was just as perfect as before and acted like nothing had happened like she hasn’t up and left. I am not proud to say that I reacted poorly. I scream and yelled and through potions at her. She just did not seem to get what she did was not ok to do. We talked, and talked, and talked some more but we finally got to the point where we are at now. We live in the same apartment complex, we both care for Berry, but she can’t be the one he depends on. She can’t be a stable parent for him like he needs her to be. It is hard to live with her. She is still that shining bundle of perfection and sometimes I just want things to be as they once were… or that I could yell at her again and make her understand.
But I love my life. I love my son, my world. I love my Horatio, who only wants me to be happy. I love the silly Daddy and Me groups and going to work in my potion’s lab. I love seeing my son go to play with his friends and I love coming home every night to a big family that for all its faults loves me in one way or another. So yea, it can be tough to love someone and see it fall apart. But sometimes the most rewarding moments are the one that you work hard to get and even harder to keep.
Mark Oliver Wizard Goldstein