I am not the marrying kind…
After the debacle of the one that should have never happened, I didn’t date for almost two years. On purpose. If I did date I broke up with the guy very quickly, walls were very high.
Out of respect for my daughter I’m going to go about this a bit differently…
I was introduced to my ex husband by a friend. He was the complete opposite of anyone I had ever dated and I thought that was a good idea.
Since I referred to him as ex I think you already know.
Here’s the thing you have a type for a reason. I believe that. I relish differences and believe strongly successful relationships are about caring and compromise.
But you have a type because it works. He was not my type. Not even close.
If you love someone you go to True Value even if you’d rather be at Target.
My ex believed the only person who should compromise was me.
A year after my daughter was born I just couldn’t anymore.
My leaving was not well received. I was accused of things that weren’t happening. My family was not nearby. It was incredibly hard and went against everything I believed in. It rained the day I moved. My Mom, me and G…
I was a wreck. I was lost. I will be honest it is nine years later and I am still at a loss when my daughter is not home.
It is is beyond true what they say when you hit bottom you find out who your people are. Fast.
Sadly they aren’t the ones you’d hope they would be.
Do me a solid please don’t ever tell anyone to get over it. When your world is falling apart and you are making $8.50/hr paying rent, child care, with a husband who won’t divorce you so you can’t get help and you’re trying to figure out how you can pay a lawyer … please don’t tell that person to get over it.
That’s helpful. Not at all.
How about sit with me
How about let me cry
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