single mom
I’m just sayin…
At first I was afraid.
I was petrified.
I kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side.
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you’d done me wrong.
I grew strong.
I learned how to get along…
14 months after ‘D’ day and I’m ever exhausted but definitely crying less and growing more into me. I am adapting to being in the workforce after 17.5 years of being a stay at home mom. At this exact moment I am lying in bed after midnight anticipating a busy Sunday. Tired just thinking about everything I’m to do tomorrow but reminding myself that it’s better than being at work all day. Trying to focus on the fact that I GET to do so many things tomorrow because it’s my day off instead of thinking of them as things I HAVE to do.
Laying here reflecting back on the month that has just been put to rest less than an hour ago. Instead of counting sheep I am counting the accomplishments that I have had so far in 2015. They may seem like a pile of crap to many people but to me they are worth noting and I am kind of proud (without being arrogant) of the things that I have been able to accomplish post-divorce without any financial support from anyone else. I work at a blue color job long hours 24 days a month so that I can provide food & shelter for my two teenage sons and to be honest I would work Sundays too if I had to. Thank Unis that I do NOT have to!
I’m mentally ticking off my small & large accomplishments for the month of January.
1.Paid every bill on time and some of them early
2. Bought groceries every week and never ran out of shampoo, deodorant, detergent etc.
3. Finally bought windsheild wipers for my car
4. Finally got an oil change
5. Bought my extremely talented youngest son a new Fender electric acoustic guitar with a really cool case with backpack type straps.
6. Bought myself some MUCH needed tires for my car. I commute and then play mom’s taxi most days after work and my tires have been worn down to the slick
7. Paid off my car
8. Nobody that knows me would ever believe it would happen but I decided that if my oldest boy is going to be able to start college classes and start preparing for his life he’s going to need a car and besides he needs to start driving himself to church on my one day off….so I bought him a used car, and insurance and a ridiculously overpriced tag. Now he will have his operators license and my youngest is about to get his learners permit and if they are injured in a car accident it will be entirely my fault. I didn’t let them get bikes until they were about 7 and 9 and then it was against my will. I am over protective. I always planned on driving them anywhere they ever needed to go but then I became a single mom and I can’t work and drive them everywhere they need to go. It’s super scary but I have been letting him drive me (even on the interstate at night!) so he can have experience and be a safe driver.
9. Paid February rent while it was still January.
And last but certainly not least
10.Turned down FIVE propositions for illicit affairs with married men. I wasn’t even slightly tempted even though they are PERSISTANT. Seriously wth? Are men not getting any satisfaction at ALL? I don’t get why any man not on a desert island would choose an aged, exhausted, wrinkled used up old bag to desecrate their honorable vows for the first time with. I am not flirty, sexy, touchy feely etc. I am polite. Polite is not a come on goddammit. I have bags under my eyes and I wear big black chunky Dr. Scholls 12 hours a day 6 days a week.
BONUS 11: Only had ONE delicious dream about somebody that I used to know. It was three nights ago and I only think about it about once a day…and then that’s all I do – think about it then move on.
I know that I still have plenty of growing to do and lots of work to get done. In the month of February I am going to TRY not to get depressed about turning 42. Middle-aged divorcee will not be part of my vocabulary this year. (Fingers crossed). Just like in any long distance race I like to look at how far I have come rather than how much further I have to go. Especially nowadays since the finish line just keeps getting closer & closer lol…okay enough of that.
Once you go black…
My 13 year old after an unsuccessful attempt to bleach his black dyed hair to blonde:
“Well, I guess this brings new meaning to “Once you go black, you never go back”
I laugh. I guffaw. I wonder if he realizes what the old meaning is
In someone’s arms…
I wouldn’t exactly call it a dark night of the soul but… that moment half past midnight when you realize: you can hear the washer, the dryer AND the dish washer churning about their business when all you really want is to be asleep in someone’s arms. To be asleep. To be in someone’s arms. Someone’s arms. Someone’s….but tomorrow is the one morning you can sleep all the way until 7:30a.m. so it’s the night that you can finally get caught up on the week’s chores while not being bitter at all that once again your ex text “cant pick up or drop of the boys this weekend because I am out of town Thurs thru Mon”…starting to think he has this set as a “quick response” text in his phone because the wording and errors are exactly the same every single time. Realizing that this entire experience can be lumped into “1st world problems” and being entirely thankful even in your loneliness
Sometimes they come back…
I can tell someone that they will end up regretting their decision. I can tell them that one day soon they are going to realize the magnitude of what they’re doing. I can tell them they will one day fully comprehend the pricelessness of the beautiful thing they are trampling on and abandoning. I can tell someone that I know them and know that they will be devastated if they leave. I can tell someone that if they leave they better know for a fact that it will be permanent. I can tell someone that they are wrong when they tell me that they believe that they are making the best decision for everyone. I can point out that I supported them through good times and really really bad times and that they may never find anyone else that would do practically anything for them. Sometimes knowing that you are right is the worst thing that can ever happen to you.
It just doesn’t feel good being proven right when someone comes back begging and sobbing. When someone tells me that I was so right and that the last 8 months have been a horrible mistake and they plead for me to pretend that it never happened it rips my heart out. When they fall apart sobbing that they never stopped loving me and that they know that they can never live without me it is beyond horrible. Telling someone that I can’t ever take them back hurts almost as bad as when they walked out on me. It doesn’t feel great to tell someone that when I was begging and sobbing and more hurt than I ever thought it was possible to be and I kept saying to them that I couldn’t live without them that they left anyway. It’s heartbreaking to tearfully remind someone that you told them if they left it would be irreversible. It doesn’t make me feel vindicated or like I’ve won anything. It makes me feel a lot of sadness and crappiness but it also makes me feel something of magnitude.
I’m not exactly sure how to describe all of the feelings that I felt but I can say that I am glad that at least I honoured my vows. I not only honoured my wedding vows but also the vow that I made to myself to stand by my word. I was struggling daily after being left by someone that was a part of me for 20 years and I was afraid that if given the choice I might buckle and take him back. I didn’t actually want that tragic scene anymore than I wanted to be left in the first place but’s it’s nice to not have to wonder what I would do. I wavered a little on the inside but stayed strong on the outside as I explained to the broken man before me that we would never be able to go back. One can’t wave a magic wand and make the betrayal of being abandoned go away. I know that I would be resentful if I let him just waltz back into his old life as if nothing happened and I could never trust his promises of forever. I can never fully give my heart and trust in forever again. My love is unconditional which actually makes the pain everlasting too and I am not brave enough or strong enough to risk getting into a situation similar to the one that seriously almost put an end to me. I am changed for the rest of my life and I truly wish there were a magic wand or a time machine but there isn’t.
It has now been 18 months since my world fell apart and I have survived with the support of some pretty terrific friends and some beyond amazing sons. I have survived working myself to exhaustion and crying with my broken heart as I drove to my new third shift job. I survived working nights so that I could continue to teach my morning and evening yoga classes. I survived giving up teaching yoga and even survived losing my own practice to work long hours 6 days a week when I found a better paying job with daytime hours. I survived the days that my heart hurt so much that I felt like I was suffocating and my insides felt like they were literally being ripped apart. The pain isn’t all-consuming anymore and it didn’t kill me. I survived.
It’s nice to see that I am actually doing what I said I would do no matter what and that I’m capable of doing so many things that seemed impossible. I can live as a working single mom even though the financial struggle is a daily one and still stay true to myself. Not bragging not looking for cheerleaders or high fives or even likes or shares. Just reporting bits from the tragomedy. Life is beautiful and life goes on. I is kind. I is smart. I is important
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I needed a rubber band…
I needed a rubber band so I opened the drawer in the kitchen with the clips, baggies, twist ties etc…no rubber bands. I went to check the bathroom drawer. None. Walked across the house to the other bathroom. Not one rubber band. I walked into the living room and said to my boys, “I need a rubber band. Why can’t I find a rubber band anywhere?” My thirteen year old son answered “ohhhhh, I sorta lost all the rubber bands“ I actually thought he was kidding and said “ha ha funny” but he responded “no I really did” so I asked “How does somebody just lose over one hundred rubber bands?” and he said “I made a rubber band ball….then I lost it”
Is it too much to want?
Is it too much to want?
Too much
to desperately want
to be
desperately wanted?
To crave
to be craved?
To be
some sane person’s
real life obsession?
Too much
to want
to be constantly
on someone’s mind?
Too much
to thoroughly
touch
to actually find myself
lost in their scent?


