As I sit here the day after my second Mother’s day away from my exhusband, I realize that my life is so much better off.
I have good friends that care about me as a person. My kids are well adjusted and love me unconditionally. My family is on my side, and tries to help in every way they can.
I spent my Mother’s Day with my kids, Grandma Betty, Aunt Casey, Mom & Dad, and my sister and her husband. There was no drinking, there was no fighting and there was no smoking. There was no animosity, and there was no fear of judgement. I forgot how lovely that free feeling was.
I dropped my kids of at my ex’s house after Grandma and Aunt Casey got on a plane. I thought that they should have some time with his Mom. When I dropped them off, I saw her in all her leathery drunken glory. I don’t miss that. I don’t miss the constant judgement. I don’t miss the drinking all day. I don’t miss the questionable morals by the random family and ‘friends’ that came by. I don’t.
My parents got me a card with a vocal message that made me want to cry. I love my parents and all that they’ve done for me. I want to be a good mom for my kids. I think that I am. They’re mostly well behaved (they save the Gremlin parts for me…).
My roommate got me a sweet pep talk card and my sister gave me a purse that I love. It’s got the right size handles. Can’t misjudge the importance of those handles.
I called my Grandma Eunice and talked to her for a while. She’s doing good, lonely I think—but good overall.
I guess I’m just extremely happy to be out of such a negative situation. Despite any strife or trouble I have now, my wellbeing is much higher. My happiness doesn’t dissapate as quickly. My head isn’t continually twisted into knots and discouraged thought processes.
It’s hard now, I’ve got to work full time. I’ve had to learn how to keep house in a way that demands responsibility proven by me. I did it though. My kids are happy and carefree. Ok, not totally carefree. William still thinks that he’s batman…but I think that’s ok.
I have good friends that care about me as a person. My kids are well adjusted and love me unconditionally. My family is on my side, and tries to help in every way they can.
I spent my Mother’s Day with my kids, Grandma Betty, Aunt Casey, Mom & Dad, and my sister and her husband. There was no drinking, there was no fighting and there was no smoking. There was no animosity, and there was no fear of judgement. I forgot how lovely that free feeling was.
I dropped my kids of at my ex’s house after Grandma and Aunt Casey got on a plane. I thought that they should have some time with his Mom. When I dropped them off, I saw her in all her leathery drunken glory. I don’t miss that. I don’t miss the constant judgement. I don’t miss the drinking all day. I don’t miss the questionable morals by the random family and ‘friends’ that came by. I don’t.
My parents got me a card with a vocal message that made me want to cry. I love my parents and all that they’ve done for me. I want to be a good mom for my kids. I think that I am. They’re mostly well behaved (they save the Gremlin parts for me…).
My roommate got me a sweet pep talk card and my sister gave me a purse that I love. It’s got the right size handles. Can’t misjudge the importance of those handles.
I called my Grandma Eunice and talked to her for a while. She’s doing good, lonely I think—but good overall.
I guess I’m just extremely happy to be out of such a negative situation. Despite any strife or trouble I have now, my wellbeing is much higher. My happiness doesn’t dissapate as quickly. My head isn’t continually twisted into knots and discouraged thought processes.
It’s hard now, I’ve got to work full time. I’ve had to learn how to keep house in a way that demands responsibility proven by me. I did it though. My kids are happy and carefree. Ok, not totally carefree. William still thinks that he’s batman…but I think that’s ok.
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