I am just going to get right to it and you can just get right back
into reading and tell me how happy you are that I've found my way back.
This past Friday my divorce went through, and not one of you people
dare utter anything along the lines of "wow that was fast" or any
combination of words that make my Trip de Divorce seem like a breeze.
I'm just a girl who doesn't have time to fiddlefuck around. I have a
life to live you know, kids to raise, shit to take care of so let's get
things rolling.
However, in retrospect, I will admit that it was pretty
fast even though at the time of going through it all I didn't think that
the quicksand-sucking-me-in-too-fast-feeling was going to end. So
let's count all the ways I could have lost my shit and never come back
but I'm too strong to give in shall we. While there are many moments I am
sure I cannot recall and there are most definitely many moments I do not
care to remember, the thing I can recall with the utmost clarity are the words I said to myself the day
my heart fell out of my chest the moment that I was informed my wifely duties were
no longer needed, thanks for playing, don't come back now was 'what am I
going to do now.' I think it took me less than 12 hours for the answer
to come to me, and it said loud and clear 'whatever it takes because
there are a couple of special people counting on you.' So I did exactly
that; I found myself a job outside of the home back into the office. I
then found a place in town to rent a house, not just an apartment but a
whole house, because it would be completely unfair to rip the kids out
of their schools, and I knew there is nothing worse in the eyes of a
tween then being ripped out of sixth grade to go and fend for herself in
another school with *gasp* people she didn't know since kindergarten
and try not to sink but to swim.
So, with those two major things in
place I moved out in November and pretended to never look back. I clung
to my friends and family who refused to let me drown. I drank too much
wine and muddled through the holidays with snots and tears running down
my face from time to time. I laid awake more nights than I slept from
anxiety and fear that I would let my kids down. I admit to using
Hamburger Helper from time to time because it was easier. I lost my
first job that I had gotten and refused to let that break me, and that
path brought me to the job I currently have, the job which is, quite
frankly, freakin' perfect for me, and that I actually do very much
like. I also came to enjoy the "me" time I don't remember really ever
having or taking full advantage of in the past. I go to the gym and run 5Ks because it's a terrific way to let out aggression and feel accomplished. I hung out, and continue to hang out, with friends
that I know I neglected and made sure to make memories with them that
will cause us to say more often than not, "Remember when..." and then
fall into fits of laughter because yes, yes I do remember when. I also
am now realizing how much I am capable of. I never really believed deep
down inside I would fail my kids because that's not the type of person I am.
So
in thinking about the past year and all the ridiculous events that
unfolded causing the demise of my marriage, and my, let's face it,
inevitable divorce, instead of having a pity party, I am spending my
time actually seeing how far I've come. While I don't own my own house
right now, it's okay because I own a lawnmower, and that pretty much makes me somewhat of a
homeowner, or at the very least, a big girl who has to do things by
herself, for herself, for her kids because that's what it means to do
what you have to do. I am not considering this part of my path in life a
bump in the road simply because I have learned so much about myself since this
started but rather a real, honest-to-goodness, not-cliche-at-all second
chance, or in my case, third chance. As the old saying goes, the third
times a charm, and while I've never had reason to believe those silly
words, I am slowly realizing that whoever started that saying might just
know what the hell they are talking about. It makes me realize that if
someone were to ask me, do I have everything I want, my answer would be
yes because my kids are happy and my kids are happy because I never let
them down.
So in closing, what came to me as I was
mowing my lawn after work, besides that, shit, I have a much larger
yard than I first realized, is that superheros come in all shapes,
sizes, and strengths, and they really do exist not just in the movies or in life-and-death newsworthy situations. I should know because I would
like to believe that I am proof. Also, my birthday is coming up, and I
would really, really like it if someone could bring me, besides a box of
wine (red, ahem), a set of horseshoes. I really, really am looking
forward to playing horseshoes, in my freshly mowed backyard, with my
incredible, never-once-thought-to-let-me-go friends and family.
*cheers my friends*
Psst...if I try really hard to keep my page up, you can find me at Confessions of a Truu Mom
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