"The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad.
You know, when sad tries to bite it's lip and not cry and
smile and go "no, I'm happy for you." That's when it's really sad."
-- John Mayer
I'm sad. I'm really, really sad. And I can't shake it. It's been building for a few weeks. I knew the day would arrive. I knew I'd be sad. I just figured that since I'd been prepared for it for months, that it wouldn't be as hard. But it was. And the sadness? That's even harder.
A friend of mine told me a story about her daughter. When her daughter was 2, the family moved abroad for two years. They came back to visit a few times a year, and each time they left, their little girl, so smart for her age, would never say goodbye. Instead, she said see you later or something of the like.
I get it.
Saying goodbye hurts. It hurts so much I can't put words to it. But saying see you later is a lot less finite, a lot less hurt-filled.
For me, at least in this case, I don't think it would have mattered how I said it. It was going to hurt. A lot. A lot more than I was prepared for. Thing is, in the grand scheme of things, it's just a short farewell. Just a few short months (15 weeks) until that painful goodbye turns into a cheerful welcome back.
It's going to hurt for a while. I'm going to be sad about it for a while. I'm going to cry about it for a while. All that might be perfectly normal for the situation, but I still don't like it. I don't like that I spent my last 45 minutes with this person in tears, and not the pretty "dab at the corner of your eye with a lace hanky" tears. The messy ones. The "I hate that someone is even looking at me cause I'm that much of a mess" tears. Unfortunately, as much as we've been preparing for this day, this departure, there have been more messy tears than I care to admit.
Supposedly all this sadness and emotional stuff is a really good thing. It means that I allowed myself to trust someone enough to care about them, and to let them care about me... which is why their departure hurts so much. Both the sadness and the tears are natural and appropriate in this situation. Supposedly all this is a good thing.
I think it's a load of crap.
I guess it's good that I have the next 15 weeks to deal with it.
For now, this sadness and these tears just suck. Anger was easier to deal with than this.