
I Got Divorced and I Have No Regrets
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
I’m going to spend a few minutes feeling guilty about what a terrible wife I am instead of my questionable mothering skills. You know, for a change of pace.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
With six kids, I got caught up in the day to day of family life. It’s easy to do. But when I forgot to love my husband, I realized my mistake.
The two experiences in my life that have shown me that I am stronger than I think am: childbirth and divorce. And when you think about it, those two processes have a lot of similarities.
While I am no expert, and still have a lot of growth to do, here is a list of things I’ve learned while grieving for my mother that changed everything for me along the way.
When I was a kid it never occurred to me that anyone wouldn’t like hugs, or that many folks don’t always hug and kiss hello and goodbye.
My father is an abusive alcoholic. I am determined to ensure that my children have a completely different childhood from the one I had.
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But what is my alternative? I need to teach my children how to speak to me so I can hear them.
By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
I’m going to spend a few minutes feeling guilty about what a terrible wife I am instead of my questionable mothering skills. You know, for a change of pace.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
With six kids, I got caught up in the day to day of family life. It’s easy to do. But when I forgot to love my husband, I realized my mistake.
The two experiences in my life that have shown me that I am stronger than I think am: childbirth and divorce. And when you think about it, those two processes have a lot of similarities.
While I am no expert, and still have a lot of growth to do, here is a list of things I’ve learned while grieving for my mother that changed everything for me along the way.
When I was a kid it never occurred to me that anyone wouldn’t like hugs, or that many folks don’t always hug and kiss hello and goodbye.
My father is an abusive alcoholic. I am determined to ensure that my children have a completely different childhood from the one I had.
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But what is my alternative? I need to teach my children how to speak to me so I can hear them.