DIVORCE as a new beginning . . .
I didn't leave until our 37th year of an empty marriage. And it took five more years until my divorce went through. My kids tell me all the time that they wish I had done it sooner. Who knows what they want. The truth be known, it's next to impossible to make kids happy anyway. My ex barely speaks to me and up until yesterday neither did his new wife. Don't know what hit the fan yesterday, but we were at my grandson's 18th birthday party and ex's new wife (6 years) started talking with me and my husband (9 years) and that continued for almost an hour. I saw him looking for her a few times, and each time he kept on walking by. She even apologized for her bad behavior in the past, which although instigated by him, was perpetrated by her too. Of course I accepted her apology and told her that I knew it stemmed from him. Irony of all. . . yesterday would have been our 51st wedding anniversary. I think that was hysterical.
Turned out to be a rather enjoyable day, much better than I anticipated. No tension to speak of. . . my cranky daughters were doing Tequila shooters and by the time I got to her house, they were in a really good mood. For some reason, my daughters thrive on picking at me. I do way too much for the younger one and still she picks. The other one lives in NJ and I don't see her all that often. I never thought I'd say it, but it's better that way. She picked one hell of a fight with me one time which sent me to the therapist because I got so depressed. . . now I accept it. She can't destroy me. Her father almost did. I'm stronger because of it, her and him. My son usually remains quite neutral. He doesn't pick fights with me. He doesn't defend me either. What can a Mother do?
Turned out to be a rather enjoyable day, much better than I anticipated. No tension to speak of. . . my cranky daughters were doing Tequila shooters and by the time I got to her house, they were in a really good mood. For some reason, my daughters thrive on picking at me. I do way too much for the younger one and still she picks. The other one lives in NJ and I don't see her all that often. I never thought I'd say it, but it's better that way. She picked one hell of a fight with me one time which sent me to the therapist because I got so depressed. . . now I accept it. She can't destroy me. Her father almost did. I'm stronger because of it, her and him. My son usually remains quite neutral. He doesn't pick fights with me. He doesn't defend me either. What can a Mother do?