When you remarry, you also in a strange way marry the ex. At least I did. She's around. For a long time, she was difficult. Mean, really. Now, just annoying. Even though my husband left his ex for good reason, I still sometimes feel, well, sadly.... jealous. Why is that?
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
So, as a teen/child/younger person, we need to others to like us. But don't we as adults also need others to like us to feel validated? Specifically, is it ok for an adult to also quietly hope for those posts others make about us? Don't we feel good if people "like" or validate something we post? How many of you take it just a teeny tiny bit personal if your kids make a shout out on the other parents birthday but not yours? Or if your blended family only posts or less noticeably likes things only having to do with their full siblings not step siblings or step children or step parents? I tell myself this is my own issue and my own insecurities to work through but at the same time, isn't it normal to want those things, too, even as an adult?
With social media comes headache and I've seen heartache, too. I guess I'm just curious if it bothers any of you, too.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Friday, January 06, 2017
Monday, January 02, 2017
I haven't been here in awhile but the feelings are the same. Why am I feeling jealous? Perhaps it's not jealousy but something like it. Over the past few years, I feel like my kids are slipping away. I get that as they grow, mom is needed less and their independence blossoms. Why then do I feel like I've lost my son and my daughter is starting down the same path? And you know who I feel.like I've lost them to?
The guy that I think they believe has never done anything wrong. Ever. He's more fun. He does their laundry. He doesn't hold them accountable for chores. He isn't the one on them about homework, studying.
One day, I'd like them to know why I left. One day, I'd like them to know that I was in counseling for quite some time, wanting to work on things. I'd like them to know that he went ONCE and never went back because he believed there was nothing wrong with him and it was all me. (I know this because that's what he told me.) I'd like them to know that when I stood between him and the TV, begging him to listen, to talk with me...that he looked around me and told me to move because he couldn't see the TV. I'd like them to know how crappy it felt being out with my kids, headed to the library and we see him out in his car with another woman in it and being asked who she is. I'd like them to know how it felt to answer your phone to have a man ask you if you know what's going on between your spouse and the man's wife that's calling. I'd like them to know you were told by him that he should be rewarded with sex when he comes to bed at night.
There's so much I'd like them to know and I can vent here because I know they'll never read it. But now it's out there.
I'd like them to know that I miss them, too, when they're gone. I'd like them to know that I'm not perfect and I'm partly to blame for the divorce. I'd like them to know so many things. But I guess until they do, he's always going to be defended and protected by them. I guess I'm the bad guy to them.
One day, I'd like them to know.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Sometimes I get so frustrated. I'm always the bad guy. I'm the one that messed up lives. I apparently make people feel guilty. What happened to people taking responsibility for themselves?
If the two of them only knew the truth about everything, perhaps their loyalty wouldn't be so one sided!
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Monday, October 03, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Finished? Well, because how I felt then is about how I am still feeling.
I miss my kids. As I said in the previous post, I have always respected that my kids see their dad less than they see me. I have always told them to reach out and call or text or email whenever they want. I have told them that it is easier since I am trying to respect their time there.
This summer has been the worst summer of all. The big shit. And I hate it.
Perhaps me trying to be respectful has backfired on me. It doesn't seem to matter that I am their mom and always will be. I have only heard from them when they need something. On our week long vacation this year to celebrate my parents 50th wedding anniversary (Yah, ma and dad!), it was as though my son did not want to have anything to do with me. He seemed to have a nasty tone and apparently was talked to by three family members that heard and saw it.
I guess I am inviting myself to my very own pity party. Teenagers are self absorbed and impulsive. But deep down, don't they want to talk to their mom SOMETIMES?
I used to count the days until they came back for school. This year, my son will not be coming back here as he moved out to live with his dad.. and my daughter? Well, she has three more years of high school left. In my opinion, she has drawn a very clear line in the proverbial sand and me and my family here don't even come close to what is offered to her in life with her dad. An important event will take place this weekend and she has chosen to NOT attend.
Like my ma said, I guess I need to find something else to occupy myself with in preparation for when they both are gone. Something tells me the way they protect their dad, they way they think he got the sham when we divorced, the way he is perceived by them as the best.. well, if they only knew the whole truth. Perhaps one day, they will hear my side of life. For all they know is that their mom left their dad, moved far away, took them away from the only home they knew and I am the bad guy. Huh. Like I just said, perhaps one day they will know how I felt.
And how I still feel.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Today, my heart is both happy and sad. I am happy that I have raised (at least I hope I have) a good young man. He is funny, polite, kind, good with kids, crazy about cars, handsome.. smart. I am sad because I don't think I will ever again live under the same roof as he is. He is my first born, my son. And I will miss him like crazy.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
My hubby never posts in one social web site.. like never. But he does post for his two kids bdays and he did for mine. My two kids? No postings. Why does it bother me?? Why does it make me
My good friend told me it is just the difference in how they were raised before we blended and that men and women are different. This is know but it does not make it any easier. I still feel bad when my daughter says to me, (insert step brother's name) did not even say happy birthday or (insert step sister's name) posts for all of her friends but nothing on my birthday. I just reminded my daughter that the day is not over and perhaps a post will come later. As for my husband, her step dad? I don't know why. Deep down I think it is because if he posts for my daughter, he will feel obligated to post for my son.. and they have butted heads over the years.
Oh, well. It is what it is. I need to learn to not be so sensitive and just take people for what they are. I feel pride in that my kids reach out and if others do not, there is nothing I can do about it.
Sunday, August 02, 2015
This summer was so very different from other summers. Perhaps last summer was a precursor to this summer. I have always told my kids that other than an occasional text, I wasn't going to intrude on their time with their dad. I see my kids more and I respect the time their father has with them..but this summer was different. Other than a text asking me a question that couldn't be answered by their dad, I heard nothing from either of my children. I sent the random, hi, hope you have a good day text but the usual reply was "K" or "ok" or "thanks".
So today I am filled with mixed emotions. I am excited to see my kids but I also have this weird and strange anxiety. They usually return to me somewhat crabby. I am sure it is because they will miss their dad and being with me means school and responsibility. But my heart asks this: Do they ever miss me? Do they ever feel sad or lonely for me?
I will never know. But today I must tell myself I will be happy because my two kids will be coming home with me. They will be sleeping under the same roof as me. And for that, I must be thankful.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Well, it was in a round about way. There are two babies going to be born into my family within the next few months. I am both excited and happy. I can't wait to meet my little cousin and my brother's baby! Yet, I am so very sad. Confusing, right? Let me explain.
Babies are awesome. Babies smell good, unless they just pooped, and are warm and fuzzy and snuggly and just awesome. You can hold a baby and fall asleep with them in your arms and you are their world. Babies count on you to feed them, cloth them, protect them, .. they count on you to make sure they stay alive. One day, those babies grow up and become little people. They develop opinions and thoughts outside of you. They become more autonomous and less dependent on you, their parent.
I have a couple of my own babies but they aren't such babies any more. My oldest is almost 17 and just over a year's time, he may be moving back to live with his dad. While my brain knows that ALL kids, not just mine, will eventually grow up and move out and get a job and maybe get married and maybe have a family of their own, the very idea of my son leaving my house, for good, and not having the opportunity to hug him every day or see his face or watch him tell me some story about a car and see his expressions, is going to be so very difficult for me.
I sit and cry as I type this. My son and I butt heads and I know he thinks I am mean and expect too much from him but he is my first baby. He is my little boy that used to cuddle up on the couch with me after lunch and watch Blue's Clues before he napped. He is my little boy that used to beg me to read Caps For Sale a hundred times before bed. He is my son that knew every word to Goodnight Moon and would correct me if I didn't read it verbatim. He is my little boy that drove me nuts but I was so stinking proud of .. all of the time. He is my little boy that used to draw me pictures with crayons and ask for Grommit toast and and and and and..
To my son. I love you. I love you more than you can imagine. I love you bunches of oats. I love you for the mere notion that you are my son. I am forever proud of you. I love you forever and unconditionally.
I just want you to always know that. No matter what. Always.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
My kids, now 16 and 13, spend every summer with their dad in another state. They leave a few days after school is over and for the past four years, have come to me and stayed for one week each summer. This summer, however, my son, the 16 year old, decided he did not want to come here this summer. My daughter, 13, came for a few days and brought a friend with her. I am glad she wanted to bring her friend and glad her friend wanted to come but it just wasn't the same. I had no alone time with my daughter... and as it turned out, my husband had business near where their dad lives (in the same house we bought when my son was less than a year old) so we ended up taking her back instead of meeting halfway in the state in between. We were in the area somewhat (90 minutes away) for the next two days. I met up with some friends for lunch the next day and wanted to take my kids to dinner after. My daughter was at a friend's house (the same friend that was just at my house and we dropped off) and did not want to leave. My son said ok.. long story short, I waited for him for about an hour and then ended up taking him to McDonalds. The next day, I had both kids and we met yet another friend and her kids for lunch. I laughed alot this day and having my kids with was great. I took them back to their dad's and said good bye.
The following morning, on our way home, we had to travel north east and came right through the sleepy town my kids are in with their father. I text my son and asked if I could stop by and just give them a hug and kiss. He agreed and said he would make sure his sister was awake... even though it was already noon. When I got there, they both dragged their feet outside and especially my daughter, looked really irritated. Apparently my son woke her and she was not happy.
I hugged them, kissed their cheek and was on my way.
From the time my kids were born until I moved back to the state in which I grew up and all my family lived after the divorce, I was a full time mom. A domestic engineer. I did substitute in the school in which my children attended and was very active as a parent there, too. But for the most part, I was home with my children. I was the entertainment director each summer and would take trips to the library or the park or bake or walk or bike.. or go to movies.. whatever we did, I was there. I am still employed by a school district so my summers are free now, too. The difference is that my kids are absent from my summers.
And I miss them terribly. My husband also travels for work and is gone for about 5 days every 5 week or so. He is gone this week. And I have found myself sitting on the couch, just crying because this house is so quiet and I feel so lonely.
I miss my kids so much.