Vision is just one of our senses. We rely on it to be safe, to perform our day to day duties, entertainment, etc.. It also can play tricks on us. It has been a while since I have seen my ex in a normal day to day situation. Typically it is in passing during the visitation drop off/pick up or randomly at an event. During these times there is little interaction, he is dressed down and there is virtually no participation on his part. In front of anyone, it is just a civil hello/goodbye. Any other time, the conversation when there is one, has become hateful and argumentative or just one word answers. I do not believe he is sober so I am always on guard for those little signals to give that away.
Recently, we met at an event that was right after work. He came clean-shaven, dressed in his preppy way and was conversational. After only speaking to someone or getting such angry communication from someone for so long, knowing their history of alcoholism - it was almost as though my vision of him had become blurred. Much like the show Grimm. Looking at him he would often morph into the sad, drunken person I was trying so hard to escape and protect my child from. Seeing him in this light was confusing. It is no wonder it has taken some people so long to know of his addiction. It also reminded me that he, the true 'he' does still exist. Deep down, somewhere in there.
With that, it also terrifies me. Is this a new beginning? Is there really a new leaf or just a continued charade? Does his new wife know of his past? It is hard to believe that this is a possibility when there is so much continued blame and hate being thrown at you. If one was truly recovered, there would be more acceptance and apology. Humbleness. I would welcome a fresh beginning if I saw that. But there is none. So here I am with blurred vision, not knowing what I see in front of me and wishing I had that magical prescription to see the truth.