Category Archives: Parenting
Christmas Blues
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Especially since my son was born. I get to relive all of those magical childhood memories through my son and see those through my son’s eyes. I love it. I love surprising … Continue reading
Mortality and Regret
It’s funny. All of the issues I had with my marriage came from my upbringing. Being the child of an alcoholic wasn’t easy. My father was an easy target for the small-minded townspeople that I grew up with. I heard … Continue reading
Betrayed…Again!
You know what I said in A New Journey… Well, it has happened. I have given J until the end of May to find a job and leave my home. Saturday morning, about 8:00am, he came into my room to … Continue reading
I Will Be Your Guardian
Last year I rented “Rise of the Guardians” for my son to watch. We both ended up watching it and it quickly became one of our favorite animated films. I still cannot get enough of this movie. It has such … Continue reading
Wonderful, Just Wonderful!
I put my changed mind to the challenge this weekend. I had some money issues once again. I had hoped the STBX would come through with the money he promised for the daycare. I hoped really hard. But again, there … Continue reading
Things HAVE Changed. I Have Changed.
It’s amazing what can happen when you let go. And I have truly let go. I am so far gone from that stoop that I teetered on a year ago. On occasion, I do get frustrated, but not like I … Continue reading
Soccer Mom Woes
I am certainly not mom of the year and I certainly do not feel like it lately. I know I have let my son down and I refuse to let myself continue on this destructive path. His pouty behavior during … Continue reading
Since You Been Gone…
Yes, I am stealing this awesome song title from Kelly Clarkson and turning it into a blog title. Who cares? It fits today. Lately the STBX has been calling, not only his son, but he wants to speak with me. … Continue reading
The “Just Before”
Just before I asked J for a divorce, I took a lot of time to think about it. I had for months before we moved to Georgia. After we moved, I knew I was not going to be able to … Continue reading