When I first got divorced, I was pre-occupied by the chaos and change of establishing separate households, worrying over my children and how they were coping, and how I would let the rest of the world know what had happened (I wound up "announcing the news" in my Christmas Card Letters, 5 months after the divorce had been finalized--wow, wasn't THAT graceful?) There was no time or energy left over to focus on myself. I just tried to get through one day at a time, then one week at a time, and then (for a long time), one paycheck to the next. I held it together the best I could, hoping my children would see my strengths rather than my weaknesses. I had to adjust to separation from my children for days at a time, for the first time ever. And, even then, I didn't spend that time focusing on doing things for myself. I pretty much sat around sobbing and feeling sorry for myself until the kids came home. I didn't clean my house or cook or do much of anything. I certainly didn't go anywhere.
But it's 3 years later, and I no longer cry when my kids go to their dad's. Sometimes I even look forward to it because I finally get a break from the cooking...and the laundry...and the nagging...and the whining...
I sleep late in the mornings, put in some extra hours at work, poke around in bookstores or the public library, watch movies that aren't rated G. I still don't clean my house because I don't want to spend my "free-time" cleaning. It's MY time, and I have learned to embrace it, rather than fear it. I put in extra hours at work (which is okay because I love my job and those few extra hours help me to get organized and meet my deadlines). I shop. I buy "gifts" for myself. I run errands, so I won't have to drag the kids around when they come home. Sometimes I tackle some particularly onerous chores, and sometimes I dink around on the internet coming up with new ideas of how I should spend my free time.
My son is a Cub Scout, and several of my "new friends" are other Cub Scout Moms. Our Pack goes camping as a group every summer, and I look forward to it every year. Most people find it surprising that I have learned to enjoy camping. I am not a particularly "outdoorsy" type. I was always the "girly-girl," the cheerleader, the prissy woman who hated to go a day without a shower and never went anywhere in public without makeup on. But I have a new appreciation for camping, thanks to scouting. Our Pack Leader takes us places (within this state I have lived in my entire life) that I have never been to before. I have a much better appreciation for "wilderness" because it is a peaceful, serene escape. No cell phones, no TV, no computers. It's absolute darkness, fresh air, scenic vistas.
Through Scouting Camping Trips, I also re-discovered fishing. I used to go fishing with my Dad and my Grandpa all the time as a kid. I never particularly cared for it unless I caught something--my competitive nature enjoyed the thrill of accomplishment--but I was not particularly patient or capable of sitting still for long periods of time. The Daddy-Daughter fishing trips became non-existent when my sister and I reached our Teens. Our father was busy working long hours at a stressful job he didn't particularly care for, but that he took on to make more money because he was preparing to provide for our college educations. I never missed it. But now, after fishing on the Scouting trips, I have realized that fishing is a great hobby. I live in the Southwest, in a state with few lakes. Most of our lakes are actually man-made. But, my state has hidden pockets of natural beauty, particularly around those lakes--even the man-made ones. I like bodies of water. I find them calming, soothing, peaceful. Fishing is also calming, soothing, and peaceful. It's the ONLY time in my life where I am able to make my mind "be still." When I am fishing, I'm not "thinking" about things or reflecting on my life. I'm actually thinking about fishing--what bait I want to try, where I want to place it, where I think the fish might be during a certain time of day. But that, in itself, is an escape. I'm thinking about fishing--I'm NOT THINKING about my divorce, or my ex, or my job, or my kids, or my 30-pound post-divorce weight gain that I need to do something about.
I have become a Woman Who Fishes. It's my new hobby, and I am entirely self-taught. I remember nothing my Dad and my Grandpa tried to teach me, besides how to cast. So, I bought a book (because you can learn everything you need to know about anything from a book). That book taught me what kind of bait and tackle to buy. I learned how to tie knots in fishing line to properly attach that bait and tackle. I learned where fish are likely to "hang out" during different times of day. One weekend while the kids were at their dad's, I took myself camping. I pitched the tent all by myself. I cooked over charcoal for the first time in about 15 years. I spent a good 10 hours fishing at various times of the day, retreating to the cool shade of my tent in the afternoon to do some reading and take a nap. I didn't catch a darn thing, but that wasn't the point. It was a restful, relaxing, completely ALONE weekend. My mother was apopleptic that I would do something "so dangerous," convinced that a serial killer would prey upon me in my aloneness. (I don't think serial killers expect to find vulnerable females alone at a campground. I was probably safer there than I am in my local grocery store parking lot.)
Next summer, when my kids go to their father's house for an arduous 8 weeks of separation from me, I plan to spend much of that "alone time" fishing. I might even sign up for a week-long Women's Wilderness program in Colorado to learn about backpacking and flyfishing. For my birthday, I just might tell my parents I would like a pair of Waders.
Who knows?
I'm just full of surprises these days!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Being Single
I almost titled this entry "Being Single Again," and then I realized that I'm not Single Again, I'm Single for the first time ever. I got married at 21. Graduated from college a semester later, started my career a few months after that. I never went through the process of becoming an adult on my own. I had always had a husband.
One thing I think most people do not consider when they are contemplating divorce is the fact that they just might be "alone" for the rest of their lives. Particularly for people who were married for many years, I think there is still a little thought in the back of their minds that "something better and more perfect will come along." I think many marriages end because one or the other spouse has already been tempted by "that something better." And when you are in an unhappy marriage, it is so easy to look around and think, "I can do better than this."
There is a reason why so many divorced people find themselves re-married again immediately. For some, it's because there was already "something brewing" before the divorce happened. For others, it's because the feelings of despair and failure propel them to prove that they can "do it right" with someone else (usually, the first person that comes along). This is also why second marriages have an even higher divorce rate than first marriages--people enter into them out of fear and desperation. My ex got re-married to a woman he had met online. They had only been seeing each other for 2 months when he proposed. They were married 3 months later.
I mocked them for this, especially when I learned that his wife had only been divorced for 1 month when she met him. They have been married for nearly 2 years now, but not without problems. I am still skeptical that it will work out, but I also know that my ex is very determined to prove that he can stay married. Maybe they will make it, maybe they won't. It's none of my business.
But, even though it's none of my business, it still impacts me. I, too, made the classic mistake of jumping into a new relationship immediately after the divorce. I told myself my situation was "different," because it was someone I had known and worked with for many years. I thought I "knew" him, and that because we had been "friends first," that it made my situation different.
It didn't.
It was doomed for failure, and I think I always had the sense that it was doomed from the very beginning. I wasn't in any rush to get married right away, but I still treated the relationship as though it would ultimately lead in that direction because that's the only kind of relationship I knew. I didn't know how to "just date." I didn't know how to NOT obsess over the status of the relationship. I didn't know how to just relax and let things be. I, just like my ex, desperately wanted--needed--to prove to the world that I could have a successful, happy, long-term relationship.
And I wound up getting burned--badly--because I wanted too much from someone who was not "the marrying type." I learned some very valuable lessons, though. Unfortunately, they were the kinds of lessons most women learn in their 20s. I learned that I was horribly naive. I learned that men will lie and tell you what they think (or know) you want to hear to get what they want. I learned that sex often has absolutely nothing to do with love. I learned that in my desperation to be with someone who was nothing like my ex, that I wound up with the other extreme, which was no picnic either.
I got my heart broken, and that breakup was far more traumatic and painful than my divorce. When a marriage ends, it generally isn't sudden. There's a long, steady decline, so that by the time the ax falls, both parties aren't really surprised. The hardest part of the divorce process at that point is figuring out how to divide up your lives and start living separate ones. And those new--but ill-fated--relationships are a good distraction that help you convince yourself that you are "moving on with your life." The truth is that you can't move on with your life until you come to terms with a life on your own. All the Self-Help Divorce Recovery books will tell you this. But, you, of course, think you are "different" because the new person you have is "so much better." Turns out that "new person" is just as flawed as everyone else, and probably sought you out exactly because he knew you would be "easy prey." And once he has gotten what he wanted and is "done" with you (probably because you start actually having some expectations of him), he will discard you like yesterday's news and move on to his next conquest.
These men are Predators, and they are EVERYWHERE.
So, I spent a year or so licking my wounds and feeling like a complete fool. And that's a good thing. It is good to recognize my own stupidity. It is good to be cynical and bitter. That cynicism will protect me from falling into the same trap.
Women, I think, are especially vulnerable to traps. We're conditioned to be wives and mothers. We are NOT conditioned to be single. It bothers me that my ex has found someone new that wanted to marry him. I haven't; therefore, it means I must be the one with the problem--the one who caused the marriage to fail. Nobody wants me, after all. And if a man approached me today and seemed interested, I know I would immediately start over-analyzing the relationship and evaluating its potential for "forever" instead of just taking things one day at a time and seeing where it would lead. I would--again--be doomed to rush into something that might not be good for me, just so I could prove to the world--and to myself--that I wasn't a completely dysfunctional screw-up incapable of making a relationship work.
After a few months of this self-defeating crap, I realized this line of thinking was NOT helping me to move on with my life. What I had to do was face--and accept--the possibility that I may just be "alone" for the rest of my life. That doesn't mean I am a failure. It means that I am smarter, wiser, and better than I was before. I am also older, fatter, and busier. I have primary custody of 2 kids that require my time and attention. My career has taken off, and I spend my non-working hours running errands and catching up on chores that I am too busy to take care of during the week. When my kids go to their dad's for the weekend, I learned to appreciate my "alone time," and I spend it doing solitary activities that I can't do with kids in tow. I started doing things for myself, by myself. I watch movies that my ex would never have watched with me. I go shopping and buy things for the house that my ex would never have liked. I put pink sheets on my bed. I eat chips and salsa and call it dinner. I spend 2 hours browsing in a bookstore. I painted my nightstands yellow. I realized that I prefer tea to coffee and packed up the coffee maker because I never use it anymore. I started making my life--and everything in it--mine and mine alone. And it's fun, and I like it that way.
Ialso recognize that I am alone partly because I no longer lead a lifestyle that is conducive to meeting single adults. It has nothing to do with my worth or value as a person. It has everything to do with my circumstances. I never go anywhere or do anything that would increase my likelihood of meeting men. I go to church. Single men do not go to church. Married people go to church. Divorced women go to church. Men do not go to church unless their wives make them. I have co-workers that are men, but it's never a good idea to date people you work with (and in my situation, most of the men I work with are either 15 years older than me or married). The internet option is unappealing because it's not a natural way of connecting with people. I'd be judged by "how I look" and there isn't a single man out there that represents himself truthfully or will "settle" for someone who is overweight and not particularly pretty. It doesn't matter how smart, funny, talented, successful, or kind I am. They say that is what they are looking for, but what they really want (especially if they are divorced) is a "Trophy Girlfriend"--one who doesn't have stretch marks and cellulite and thunder thighs like the ole wife had. They want the Male Fantasy, and they actually believe "she" is out there, so they'll exchange emails for awhile, maybe meet for coffee, and once they meet me in person and realize I am not Playboy Centerfold material, I never hear from them again. Reject, reject, reject. I don't need rejection--I need to be accepted for who I am and all my strengths. No one recognizes those strengths better than I do. That makes me my own best company.
I know there are plenty of "nice guys" still out there, but they are hard to find and hard to meet because, like me, they are busy being responsible parents and employees. Like me, on the weekend, they settle in, doing housework and yardwork, attending their kids' soccer games, catching up on a project at work. They aren't going to bars. And they are usually so discouraged by women, that they just don't even try anymore because they've dealt with too much rejection and disappointment in their past. They have accepted their "being alone" status because it's better than being hurt.
So, I guess that's where I am at now, 3 years since my divorce. I'm alone. I may very well be alone for the rest of my days, and that's okay. Because I would rather be alone than still married to my ex. I don't regret getting divorced. I don't want to be in a relationship that is wrong for me, just for the sake of being in a relationship. I call my own shots. I make my own choices. I spend my money how I want. It is GOOD to be in this place. I have my kids, I have my career, I have my family, and I have new friends. My life is full.
Yes, deep down, I would still like to meet a decent man someday. But that time will come when it comes. There is no sense in trying to force it. I don't want to be with a man who is wrong for me. I'd rather be alone than hurting. I'd rather be alone than wondering where I stand all the time. I'd rather be alone and doing things for myself than losing myself trying to be everything to a man who doesn't appreciate me.
One thing I think most people do not consider when they are contemplating divorce is the fact that they just might be "alone" for the rest of their lives. Particularly for people who were married for many years, I think there is still a little thought in the back of their minds that "something better and more perfect will come along." I think many marriages end because one or the other spouse has already been tempted by "that something better." And when you are in an unhappy marriage, it is so easy to look around and think, "I can do better than this."
There is a reason why so many divorced people find themselves re-married again immediately. For some, it's because there was already "something brewing" before the divorce happened. For others, it's because the feelings of despair and failure propel them to prove that they can "do it right" with someone else (usually, the first person that comes along). This is also why second marriages have an even higher divorce rate than first marriages--people enter into them out of fear and desperation. My ex got re-married to a woman he had met online. They had only been seeing each other for 2 months when he proposed. They were married 3 months later.
I mocked them for this, especially when I learned that his wife had only been divorced for 1 month when she met him. They have been married for nearly 2 years now, but not without problems. I am still skeptical that it will work out, but I also know that my ex is very determined to prove that he can stay married. Maybe they will make it, maybe they won't. It's none of my business.
But, even though it's none of my business, it still impacts me. I, too, made the classic mistake of jumping into a new relationship immediately after the divorce. I told myself my situation was "different," because it was someone I had known and worked with for many years. I thought I "knew" him, and that because we had been "friends first," that it made my situation different.
It didn't.
It was doomed for failure, and I think I always had the sense that it was doomed from the very beginning. I wasn't in any rush to get married right away, but I still treated the relationship as though it would ultimately lead in that direction because that's the only kind of relationship I knew. I didn't know how to "just date." I didn't know how to NOT obsess over the status of the relationship. I didn't know how to just relax and let things be. I, just like my ex, desperately wanted--needed--to prove to the world that I could have a successful, happy, long-term relationship.
And I wound up getting burned--badly--because I wanted too much from someone who was not "the marrying type." I learned some very valuable lessons, though. Unfortunately, they were the kinds of lessons most women learn in their 20s. I learned that I was horribly naive. I learned that men will lie and tell you what they think (or know) you want to hear to get what they want. I learned that sex often has absolutely nothing to do with love. I learned that in my desperation to be with someone who was nothing like my ex, that I wound up with the other extreme, which was no picnic either.
I got my heart broken, and that breakup was far more traumatic and painful than my divorce. When a marriage ends, it generally isn't sudden. There's a long, steady decline, so that by the time the ax falls, both parties aren't really surprised. The hardest part of the divorce process at that point is figuring out how to divide up your lives and start living separate ones. And those new--but ill-fated--relationships are a good distraction that help you convince yourself that you are "moving on with your life." The truth is that you can't move on with your life until you come to terms with a life on your own. All the Self-Help Divorce Recovery books will tell you this. But, you, of course, think you are "different" because the new person you have is "so much better." Turns out that "new person" is just as flawed as everyone else, and probably sought you out exactly because he knew you would be "easy prey." And once he has gotten what he wanted and is "done" with you (probably because you start actually having some expectations of him), he will discard you like yesterday's news and move on to his next conquest.
These men are Predators, and they are EVERYWHERE.
So, I spent a year or so licking my wounds and feeling like a complete fool. And that's a good thing. It is good to recognize my own stupidity. It is good to be cynical and bitter. That cynicism will protect me from falling into the same trap.
Women, I think, are especially vulnerable to traps. We're conditioned to be wives and mothers. We are NOT conditioned to be single. It bothers me that my ex has found someone new that wanted to marry him. I haven't; therefore, it means I must be the one with the problem--the one who caused the marriage to fail. Nobody wants me, after all. And if a man approached me today and seemed interested, I know I would immediately start over-analyzing the relationship and evaluating its potential for "forever" instead of just taking things one day at a time and seeing where it would lead. I would--again--be doomed to rush into something that might not be good for me, just so I could prove to the world--and to myself--that I wasn't a completely dysfunctional screw-up incapable of making a relationship work.
After a few months of this self-defeating crap, I realized this line of thinking was NOT helping me to move on with my life. What I had to do was face--and accept--the possibility that I may just be "alone" for the rest of my life. That doesn't mean I am a failure. It means that I am smarter, wiser, and better than I was before. I am also older, fatter, and busier. I have primary custody of 2 kids that require my time and attention. My career has taken off, and I spend my non-working hours running errands and catching up on chores that I am too busy to take care of during the week. When my kids go to their dad's for the weekend, I learned to appreciate my "alone time," and I spend it doing solitary activities that I can't do with kids in tow. I started doing things for myself, by myself. I watch movies that my ex would never have watched with me. I go shopping and buy things for the house that my ex would never have liked. I put pink sheets on my bed. I eat chips and salsa and call it dinner. I spend 2 hours browsing in a bookstore. I painted my nightstands yellow. I realized that I prefer tea to coffee and packed up the coffee maker because I never use it anymore. I started making my life--and everything in it--mine and mine alone. And it's fun, and I like it that way.
Ialso recognize that I am alone partly because I no longer lead a lifestyle that is conducive to meeting single adults. It has nothing to do with my worth or value as a person. It has everything to do with my circumstances. I never go anywhere or do anything that would increase my likelihood of meeting men. I go to church. Single men do not go to church. Married people go to church. Divorced women go to church. Men do not go to church unless their wives make them. I have co-workers that are men, but it's never a good idea to date people you work with (and in my situation, most of the men I work with are either 15 years older than me or married). The internet option is unappealing because it's not a natural way of connecting with people. I'd be judged by "how I look" and there isn't a single man out there that represents himself truthfully or will "settle" for someone who is overweight and not particularly pretty. It doesn't matter how smart, funny, talented, successful, or kind I am. They say that is what they are looking for, but what they really want (especially if they are divorced) is a "Trophy Girlfriend"--one who doesn't have stretch marks and cellulite and thunder thighs like the ole wife had. They want the Male Fantasy, and they actually believe "she" is out there, so they'll exchange emails for awhile, maybe meet for coffee, and once they meet me in person and realize I am not Playboy Centerfold material, I never hear from them again. Reject, reject, reject. I don't need rejection--I need to be accepted for who I am and all my strengths. No one recognizes those strengths better than I do. That makes me my own best company.
I know there are plenty of "nice guys" still out there, but they are hard to find and hard to meet because, like me, they are busy being responsible parents and employees. Like me, on the weekend, they settle in, doing housework and yardwork, attending their kids' soccer games, catching up on a project at work. They aren't going to bars. And they are usually so discouraged by women, that they just don't even try anymore because they've dealt with too much rejection and disappointment in their past. They have accepted their "being alone" status because it's better than being hurt.
So, I guess that's where I am at now, 3 years since my divorce. I'm alone. I may very well be alone for the rest of my days, and that's okay. Because I would rather be alone than still married to my ex. I don't regret getting divorced. I don't want to be in a relationship that is wrong for me, just for the sake of being in a relationship. I call my own shots. I make my own choices. I spend my money how I want. It is GOOD to be in this place. I have my kids, I have my career, I have my family, and I have new friends. My life is full.
Yes, deep down, I would still like to meet a decent man someday. But that time will come when it comes. There is no sense in trying to force it. I don't want to be with a man who is wrong for me. I'd rather be alone than hurting. I'd rather be alone than wondering where I stand all the time. I'd rather be alone and doing things for myself than losing myself trying to be everything to a man who doesn't appreciate me.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
My Story
I was always the kid in school who wanted to have the "right answer." I raised my hand ALL THE TIME. I used to think of in-class assignments as a RACE--a RACE to see who would finish FIRST (preferably, ME)!
I thrive on positive recognition. I am an Extrovert. I work for a government agency, and most of my peers are a good 10-15 years older than I am. They tend to describe me as "perky" and "enthusiastic" and "energetic." One person actually described me as being like a "gerbil on a treadmill..."
I do not consider this to be bad. I love my job, and I THRIVE in my current work environment. It suits me. Hard work is rewarded. Attention to detail is rewarded. Knowledge is rewarded. I am very excited about my job and the work I get to do.
Every day, I get to do the things that I do best--read, write, and communicate. I have the PERFECT job. It is my passion.
And it also, in many ways, led to my divorce.
I was married to a very insecure, very needy man. The more successful I became, the more resentful he became. I tolerated it for a very, very long time. Eventually, I snapped. I was sick and tired of "apologizing" for being successful.
I did everything right. I studied in high school. I played by the rules. I didn't "party," and I didn't do anything that could potentially jeopardize my future. I joined clubs and held offices. I dumped Cheerleading, even though I enjoyed it, because I didn't think it would add anything substantive to my College Scholarship Applications. The result: I attended College on a full academic and leadership scholarships. In fact, I got so much scholarship money, that I had to report it as income and pay TAX on it my senior year!
When I went off to college, I maintained the same sensibilities--always considering the consequences, always thinking about my future. I joined a sorority, but didn't "party" or do stupid, drunken things. I was a GOOD GIRL.
And then I married a guy that I met at a Fraternity Party, in front of a bonfire, at 2:00 in the morning.
He was attentive and persistent.
I was never the kind of girl that boys found attractive at first sight. I was too smart and too pristine for most boys. I was always the girl that guys liked after they sat next to me in math class for a semester. So, of course I was easily flummoxed by "Mr. Popular" who pursued me relentlessly after meeting me in front of a bonfire at 2:00 in the morning.
So I married him (because he was the first guy that asked.)
And, being the Good Girl that I am, I committed to making the marriage work, despite the fact that my parents and my sister despised him. I was the "Good Wife," siding with and making excuses for, the Black Sheep of a Husband. I went through this charade for more than a decade, until I finally snapped.
Everything was always MY FAULT. My Family was always "out to get him." Nobody truly "understood him." And I, being the Good Girl from a Bad Country Song, resolved to "Stand By My Man." I was 21, he was 24. Neither one of us was old enough to know a damned thing. And he was a MUCH better chameleon than I. I was the small-town girl from the right-side of the tracks. I was ill-prepared for the subterfuge that marriage to him would require.
It was exhausting.
It was chaotic.
He made messes wherever he went--he was like "Pigpen," being followed by a great cloud of dirt.
I dutifully cleaned up the messes.
And then we had kids.
And I got tired of cleaning up all the messes all the time. I came to see him as a petulant adolescent, instead of a grown-up. I started resenting cleaning up messes for someone who was supposed to be a grown-up--a father figure.
At the same time, my career started to take-off. Opportunities were falling in my lap right and left. He, on the other hand, found it increasingly more difficult to stay gainfully-employed. My achievements kept us afloat, and dug even more deeply into his damaged ego.
I became the object of his anger and hostility.
And I put up with it, because he always apologized later, and it was "just words."
Deep down, though, I hated that I forgave him. I'm a verbal person--I love to read, I love to write--WORDS are important to me, and I never, EVER said the horrible, hateful words that popped into my head when we were fighting. I bit them back because they were horrible and ugly. Yet, I sat there and ABSORBED whatever he chose to throw at me. Why? Because he would apologize later.
And then it finally happened--after 12 years of marriage--the hateful words were hurled at me and this time, they were accompanied by a physical blow. It wasn't a particularly powerful blow (because he was "holding back"), but it was still a BLOW just the same.
That's when I finally knew--I knew that the marriage beyond repair if he would resort to hitting me. I "left" the marriage at that moment--not physically, but mentally. Being the Good Girl that I was, I felt I couldn't leave until I could take care of certain bills, and since I was (and always had been) paying for the day-to-day living expenses, I still needed his income to take care of everything.
But my attitude changed that night. I realized that I was the one who made most of the money, and that I was perfectly capable of providing for our children all by myself. I didn't NEED him. He was nothing but a DRAIN financially, and besides "being around" for the kids (because he was unemployed) while I worked, he really contributed very little. He did contribute to the children as a father, but he provided me with NOTHING.
And to THIS DAY, he STILL believes that he did NOTHING wrong, and that he was perfectly justified to HIT me because "I made him so angry."
Always the victim.
Not only do I not want to BE the victim, but I also do not want to spend my life with a man who portrays HIMSELF as being a victim.
So, now I am divorced. FREE emotionally and intellectually. I'm not free monetarily, but that is temporary. The important thing is that I have removed the "Dead Weight" that has been hanging around my neck for more than a decade. Yes, I still have to deal with him, because of the kids, but at least I still have some independence and am no longer required to clean up HIS MESSES. Good riddance.
I thrive on positive recognition. I am an Extrovert. I work for a government agency, and most of my peers are a good 10-15 years older than I am. They tend to describe me as "perky" and "enthusiastic" and "energetic." One person actually described me as being like a "gerbil on a treadmill..."
I do not consider this to be bad. I love my job, and I THRIVE in my current work environment. It suits me. Hard work is rewarded. Attention to detail is rewarded. Knowledge is rewarded. I am very excited about my job and the work I get to do.
Every day, I get to do the things that I do best--read, write, and communicate. I have the PERFECT job. It is my passion.
And it also, in many ways, led to my divorce.
I was married to a very insecure, very needy man. The more successful I became, the more resentful he became. I tolerated it for a very, very long time. Eventually, I snapped. I was sick and tired of "apologizing" for being successful.
I did everything right. I studied in high school. I played by the rules. I didn't "party," and I didn't do anything that could potentially jeopardize my future. I joined clubs and held offices. I dumped Cheerleading, even though I enjoyed it, because I didn't think it would add anything substantive to my College Scholarship Applications. The result: I attended College on a full academic and leadership scholarships. In fact, I got so much scholarship money, that I had to report it as income and pay TAX on it my senior year!
When I went off to college, I maintained the same sensibilities--always considering the consequences, always thinking about my future. I joined a sorority, but didn't "party" or do stupid, drunken things. I was a GOOD GIRL.
And then I married a guy that I met at a Fraternity Party, in front of a bonfire, at 2:00 in the morning.
He was attentive and persistent.
I was never the kind of girl that boys found attractive at first sight. I was too smart and too pristine for most boys. I was always the girl that guys liked after they sat next to me in math class for a semester. So, of course I was easily flummoxed by "Mr. Popular" who pursued me relentlessly after meeting me in front of a bonfire at 2:00 in the morning.
So I married him (because he was the first guy that asked.)
And, being the Good Girl that I am, I committed to making the marriage work, despite the fact that my parents and my sister despised him. I was the "Good Wife," siding with and making excuses for, the Black Sheep of a Husband. I went through this charade for more than a decade, until I finally snapped.
Everything was always MY FAULT. My Family was always "out to get him." Nobody truly "understood him." And I, being the Good Girl from a Bad Country Song, resolved to "Stand By My Man." I was 21, he was 24. Neither one of us was old enough to know a damned thing. And he was a MUCH better chameleon than I. I was the small-town girl from the right-side of the tracks. I was ill-prepared for the subterfuge that marriage to him would require.
It was exhausting.
It was chaotic.
He made messes wherever he went--he was like "Pigpen," being followed by a great cloud of dirt.
I dutifully cleaned up the messes.
And then we had kids.
And I got tired of cleaning up all the messes all the time. I came to see him as a petulant adolescent, instead of a grown-up. I started resenting cleaning up messes for someone who was supposed to be a grown-up--a father figure.
At the same time, my career started to take-off. Opportunities were falling in my lap right and left. He, on the other hand, found it increasingly more difficult to stay gainfully-employed. My achievements kept us afloat, and dug even more deeply into his damaged ego.
I became the object of his anger and hostility.
And I put up with it, because he always apologized later, and it was "just words."
Deep down, though, I hated that I forgave him. I'm a verbal person--I love to read, I love to write--WORDS are important to me, and I never, EVER said the horrible, hateful words that popped into my head when we were fighting. I bit them back because they were horrible and ugly. Yet, I sat there and ABSORBED whatever he chose to throw at me. Why? Because he would apologize later.
And then it finally happened--after 12 years of marriage--the hateful words were hurled at me and this time, they were accompanied by a physical blow. It wasn't a particularly powerful blow (because he was "holding back"), but it was still a BLOW just the same.
That's when I finally knew--I knew that the marriage beyond repair if he would resort to hitting me. I "left" the marriage at that moment--not physically, but mentally. Being the Good Girl that I was, I felt I couldn't leave until I could take care of certain bills, and since I was (and always had been) paying for the day-to-day living expenses, I still needed his income to take care of everything.
But my attitude changed that night. I realized that I was the one who made most of the money, and that I was perfectly capable of providing for our children all by myself. I didn't NEED him. He was nothing but a DRAIN financially, and besides "being around" for the kids (because he was unemployed) while I worked, he really contributed very little. He did contribute to the children as a father, but he provided me with NOTHING.
And to THIS DAY, he STILL believes that he did NOTHING wrong, and that he was perfectly justified to HIT me because "I made him so angry."
Always the victim.
Not only do I not want to BE the victim, but I also do not want to spend my life with a man who portrays HIMSELF as being a victim.
So, now I am divorced. FREE emotionally and intellectually. I'm not free monetarily, but that is temporary. The important thing is that I have removed the "Dead Weight" that has been hanging around my neck for more than a decade. Yes, I still have to deal with him, because of the kids, but at least I still have some independence and am no longer required to clean up HIS MESSES. Good riddance.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Intro
Nothing like a new blog site to waste more of my precious time! I've been blogging for years on another site, but felt like a change of venue was necessary, so here I am, trying to figure out Blogger.
So, more about me. Me, me, me, me, me! (Why I blog--to talk about ME because in real life nobody wants to hear you talk about yourself, so instead, we foist ourselves upon the internet).
I have two great kids, that makes me, primarily, a "Mom." That title still surprises me sometimes because I don't always feel qualified, and because my relationship with my kids is often rather goofy and silly and decidely un-Mom-like. But I like it that way. I think we are a pretty close-knit little family unit. We are very open and honest with one another, and I think my kids trust me and find me to be pretty dependable. We laugh a lot, and that's important.
I've been divorced for 3 years. 3 horrible years. The divorce, itself, wasn't all that horrible for me--after all, I was the "petitioner," but the fall-out was horrible. It cost me thousands of my hard-earned dollars, and it is still costing me to this day. I've had to deal with a Custody Evaluation, alimony payments, false police reports, a "scandalous affair" and subsequently devastating "break-up," and the emergence of a particularly evil woman who is my kid's new stepmother and who takes great personal satisfaction in making my life Hell. But, hey, I've come through it all okay, a little worse for wear, but okay. I'm still smiling, and, if anything, all of these experiences are still turned into amusing anecdotes for whoever wants to listen.
Since my role as "wife" has gone away, I find myself struggling to claim a new identity. I went from my parent's house, to a sorority house, to being married, so I've never really had the particular "life experience" of being single and on my own. It's kind of strange, but kind of fun, except that now I'm old, so I can't have the kind of fun that 20-somethings are out having. I like that I don't have to balance my checkbook anymore because I'm the only one spending money out of my account. (There are no surprises in there anymore!) I like being able to make all my own choices without having to consider someone else's taste or preferences. I like being in charge. I like being able to try new things and go places. I don't like joint custody. I hate for my kids to be away, even though I have come to enjoy my "alone time." I have a great job and a great career. If anything, my life has improved since the divorce, despite the monetary losses. I am making more money, have better credit, and more freedom to succeed than I ever had while married. But, I worry sometimes, about what my future holds because I know that eventually my kids will grow up and move out and won't need me as much anymore. And then who will I be?
Well, I would like to be a fun and interesting person, so I am trying to change my hermit-like ways. On the weekends when my kids were away, I used to go to the library, check out a bunch of books, and then lay around reading all weekend, only leaving the house to go grocery-shopping. (I have read over 50 books this year!) I fear I am destined to become a "crazy cat lady" if I keep this up. So, I'm trying to "get out more," which is hard to do when you have to either do it alone or go out with your parents. I need some new friends, don't I?
So this is what my blog will be about--my adventures as an independent woman. When I first started my other blog, I was more of a "Mommy Blogger," but now I want to capture ME, and what I am doing, saying, and thinking.
So, more about me. Me, me, me, me, me! (Why I blog--to talk about ME because in real life nobody wants to hear you talk about yourself, so instead, we foist ourselves upon the internet).
I have two great kids, that makes me, primarily, a "Mom." That title still surprises me sometimes because I don't always feel qualified, and because my relationship with my kids is often rather goofy and silly and decidely un-Mom-like. But I like it that way. I think we are a pretty close-knit little family unit. We are very open and honest with one another, and I think my kids trust me and find me to be pretty dependable. We laugh a lot, and that's important.
I've been divorced for 3 years. 3 horrible years. The divorce, itself, wasn't all that horrible for me--after all, I was the "petitioner," but the fall-out was horrible. It cost me thousands of my hard-earned dollars, and it is still costing me to this day. I've had to deal with a Custody Evaluation, alimony payments, false police reports, a "scandalous affair" and subsequently devastating "break-up," and the emergence of a particularly evil woman who is my kid's new stepmother and who takes great personal satisfaction in making my life Hell. But, hey, I've come through it all okay, a little worse for wear, but okay. I'm still smiling, and, if anything, all of these experiences are still turned into amusing anecdotes for whoever wants to listen.
Since my role as "wife" has gone away, I find myself struggling to claim a new identity. I went from my parent's house, to a sorority house, to being married, so I've never really had the particular "life experience" of being single and on my own. It's kind of strange, but kind of fun, except that now I'm old, so I can't have the kind of fun that 20-somethings are out having. I like that I don't have to balance my checkbook anymore because I'm the only one spending money out of my account. (There are no surprises in there anymore!) I like being able to make all my own choices without having to consider someone else's taste or preferences. I like being in charge. I like being able to try new things and go places. I don't like joint custody. I hate for my kids to be away, even though I have come to enjoy my "alone time." I have a great job and a great career. If anything, my life has improved since the divorce, despite the monetary losses. I am making more money, have better credit, and more freedom to succeed than I ever had while married. But, I worry sometimes, about what my future holds because I know that eventually my kids will grow up and move out and won't need me as much anymore. And then who will I be?
Well, I would like to be a fun and interesting person, so I am trying to change my hermit-like ways. On the weekends when my kids were away, I used to go to the library, check out a bunch of books, and then lay around reading all weekend, only leaving the house to go grocery-shopping. (I have read over 50 books this year!) I fear I am destined to become a "crazy cat lady" if I keep this up. So, I'm trying to "get out more," which is hard to do when you have to either do it alone or go out with your parents. I need some new friends, don't I?
So this is what my blog will be about--my adventures as an independent woman. When I first started my other blog, I was more of a "Mommy Blogger," but now I want to capture ME, and what I am doing, saying, and thinking.
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