1st Weekend Alone in YEARS!!!
This past weekend was the beginning of the "visitation weekends". I thought I would be nice and send the clean children with clean clothes and everything they could possibly need for the weekend. It was quite calming around my house. I stayed pretty busy cleaning, mowing, bathing the dog. Shopping in Gruene, Texas with friends. Shopping in Pearland, Texas with friends. Trying to keep my mind off of everything that is going on in my life. I'm not going to hide the fact that I feel like a part of me is dying with every single day that goes by and I guess in a way it is. Regardless of how much you wish you could be alone, it sure does hurt to the bone when you finally get that wish. To top it all off, the first weekend was an extended weekend. Pretty rough! When the kids finally returned home, daughter # 2's clothes did not go together and her hair was GLUED to her forehead with what soon to be ex-husband claims is sunscreen. Glad to know he thought to put it on her, though. And every clothing item was returned to me dirty. I informed him that if this was going to be the case every weekend that they were with him he had better go shopping for clothes, shoes, tooth brushes, underwear and everything that the children would need for their weekends with Daddy. He apologized and said someone else had interfered with his plans to do all of these things. Responsibility sucks, huh?
posted by AmyLee at 11:31 AM
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Hey, been wanting to work at home, too. Your redneck reunion sure invites some interesting proposals.
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About the visitations, it gets better. Honest. And in a way it gets worse too. (More honest than you want to know.) You'll get there, then you'll muddle through. More cliches, but at least I didn't say, "This too shall pass." (ha-ha)
Penny Faye once told me, "You will come to enjoy those weekends, trust me."
Of course, she was right.
Aim, what can I say?
Divorce is just a piece of paper that represents a theoretical clean break. But there's nothing clean about it. When you have kids, a divorce is more like two pieces of velcro ripping apart.
These bad feelings will never, never go away. But somehow you will learn to deal with it and work around it, like a handicap or alcoholism or something.
Will tell you this, when I was doing what you're doing, I wish someone had told me to hang around with some Godly people.
Not those hand-patting, churchy, holier than thou kinds, but God-loving real people. Call up that friend that gave you the master outline. Shoot, call me up. Not that I'm the Godliest woman on the planet (says the mean woman who laughed at you on the mini-bike!)
Beth Moore's having a live study in Houston. Wanna meet there sometime? It'd be a blast.
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