The Constant Struggle of Guilt Following My Separation

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I left a note for my daughter beside her bed, letting her know that I was taking her younger brother to school and would be back shortly after going for a quick jog. She had gone to bed feeling unwell the night before, and I could hear her stuffy breathing from the other room. I decided to let her sleep and informed her school that she would be home for the day. Honestly, I felt a sense of relief; I wasn’t ready to be alone.

My husband and I are in the midst of a separation, and I’m caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—relief mingled with overwhelming guilt.

When I returned home, I found my daughter in tears, curled up in her father’s chair. Her face was puffy, and she didn’t look like my 11-year-old girl anymore. As I rushed over to her, an intense wave of guilt washed over me. I thought to myself, why did I go for a run when she needed me at home? “I don’t want Dad to move out,” she sobbed, and at that moment, the guilt hit me hard, gnawing at me piece by piece. It was an agonizing sensation that left me feeling dirty and helpless.

The next day, as I dropped my youngest off at school, I noticed tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking the front of his fleece jacket. I was torn between sending him to school and keeping him home. The urge to wrap him in my arms and reassure him that everything would be okay was strong. What kind of mother sends her kids to school when they’re upset about their father leaving? What kind of mother allows her child to skip school because they are sad?

I’ll tell you: A real mother who deeply loves her children and is fighting through the pain for them. I’ve experienced both sides of this struggle.

Guilt comes in waves, enveloping me entirely, pulling me into its depths and making it hard to breathe. I feel suffocated yet compelled to keep going. It’s powerful enough to make me want to mask my true feelings for the sake of my kids, trying to hold everything together until they’re old enough to understand. Somewhere along the way, I lost the ability to separate my emotions from theirs. I want them to be happy, but I also need their happiness for my own sake. It’s a selfish realization, I know, but it’s part of the reality of motherhood.

I can push down the guilt, but it always resurfaces. People tell me not to feel guilty, that things will improve once we get through this challenging phase. I wish their words could erase my feelings, but guilt is persistent. I’ve decided to harness it instead. I’ll allow it to guide me toward being a better mother, more attuned to my children’s needs as well as my own. I will embrace the emotions I’ve buried for too long, all while navigating the complexities of this separation.

As someone who loves deeply and feels intensely, I’ve never shied away from sharing the truth of my life. There’s guilt in that too, especially when I contemplate whether I should just keep quiet. But writing is my refuge; it helps me process everything.

In the midst of my storm, I often find solace in shared experiences, whether it’s a friend’s story or an article highlighting someone who has faced similar challenges. They emerge stronger, reminding me that I can too. The guilt may be embedded within me, but I have the power to decide how it influences my journey.

I choose to tell my story, not allowing guilt to dictate my narrative. I’m in control now.

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In summary, the guilt associated with my separation is a constant companion, but I’m learning to channel it into something constructive. Embracing my feelings and sharing my narrative is my path to becoming a better mother and person.

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