I have found myself in the unenviable position of splitting up from my husband. You, dear readers, are invited to join me as I...well...I'm still not sure what I'm doing here. Am I trying to find myself? Am I trying to reclaim lost youth? Am I just trying to write out everything that's happening to me as a coping mechanism? Probably all at once (except for the youth part, I'm not that old!).
Already I am facing challenges that normally The X would take care of, and I am taking them on! Remind me to tell you about shovelling snow one of these days... Also there are the joys of a single bank account, paying my own bills, and trying to move my crap. I only mean that a little sarcastically. I am happy to do these things independently, though I am sure the bill paying is going to have a pretty short honeymoon!
Part of my blog is to adjust to the idea of being single. I don't think I have ever been single! I went from boyfriend to boyfriend in high school, met The X my senior year, and it all just went from there. I read somewhere that you should give yourself a month for every year of a relationship, so that is lucky 13 for me. I decided to give myself an extra month to grow on. Maybe I'm just scared and taking a little extra time.
I do have a little boy, but you're not going to hear too much about him here. I think the only part that is important is how we are adjusting to shared custody, and how I will get back into the dating scene as a single mother. This is not a mommy blog and I don't like the idea of posting about him when he's too young to understand the impact of making personal information public.
Most importantly, what do I want for you, my readers? I hope none of you are going through this, though statistics say you probably are. I want you to laugh and cry with me. I want you to share my dreams, and feel free to share your own. I want this to be a loving house where we can support each other and try to grow as singletons. Enjoy your time here, send me an email if you want, and comment whenever you feel like it! I can't wait to hear from you!
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ReplyDeleteOne of my friends from college calls her former her "wasband" which I think is hilarious.
I also think that your not posting about your child is admirable. It's too easy to share too much.
::waves, too::
ReplyDeleteMy mother's ringtone for my father is "I hate everything about you." It's kind of awesome. Her cat also slapped him across the face. True story.
hey now . . . I am praying for you. It is good to see you on blogger again, I have missed you while you were on the other blog space. I was sick for like tow weeks, and that was a bummer. I am better now, and getting back into the gym thing . . . take your time, embrace these moments, and BREATH . . . I will chat with you along the way
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