Sunday purge

So I’ve been wanting to write for a couple of weeks now. But my stupid laptop was not cooperating with me. Anyway, I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. My baby is turning 4 years old in a month, and for the past couple of weeks he’s been asking me for a baby brother. I don’t even know what to say to him. The first time he asked me I wanted to break down and cry. 

When I got married envision my life with maybe 3 kids.  I grew up in a pretty big family and I loved it.  I wanted the same for my son. We struggle to conceive but hoped that one day we will be able to try IVF again or adopt.   Well we see how that turned out.  I feel guilty and heartbroken.   I wish I could give him what he so genuinely wants.  It’s hard not to wish that someone would just come into my life and give me that family I had hoped for.  Maybe one day….Who knows.

On another note I went to go drop my son off today to his dad, and there was a picture of him and his new girlfriend on his bar. I had always wondered if he was seeing her  while we were dating and trying to work things out. So I asked him. and I got the answer I was expecting. He said they were not dating, but that they were hanging out and that the time that I came over TWO weeks after we had broken up she was the one that was there with him..with her son…and thier luggage. This made me sad and mad and frustrated all of the same time. I was sad that I had trusted this person, and the things he was telling me about bringing our family back together, and he chose instead to do things behind my back and lie. I was mad because I had allowed it all. I was hurt because it seems so unfair that he has someone to come home too, to talk to and to do all those new love things with.

I know that tomorrow I’ll feel better.  I’ll remember that she’s better off with him than I am and that one day I’ll have love, real love, the kind that doesn’t doesn’t hurt that doesn’t lie that doesn’t cheat the kind that doesn’t fizzle away.  

But tonight.  I will be sad.

Tomorrow will be better.

Happiness

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Dear Judah,

Your birthday is only two months away baby.  I cannot believe how big you are getting. We went to the park and you were picking flowers for me. I love you more than any words I could ever use. You are so kind and caring and I’m proud to be your mommy.

Life has calmed down so much. We are happy. You are happy. Your favorite thing to say is -I was thinking about you mommy- you definitely know how to melt my heart. Years ago I was so scared about raising you without your daddy in the same house.

But today I’m proud to say that we got this. I would not trade the time I have with you for anything in the world.

Favorite food- sausage and eggs, you could eat this everyday. For every meal.

Favorite song- Centuries by FallOutBoy

Favorite place to sleep- “in my back” as you say. You love to curl up behind me in my bed. You sneak in almost every night. I pretend that I mind but I actually love having you sleeping next to me.

I love you! I love the person I’ve become because of you.

♥ mommy

Baby fever

After my son was born I pretty much settled my heart on only having one child.  Not because I only wanted one but because we struggled to have Judah.   After trying for a couple of years,  we turned to IVF for help. According to an IVF calculator our chances for a pregnancy the first time was 32%, that number dropped to 10%-20% being that there was only one egg being transferred.  

I was terrified.   I used to lie awake at night praying,  hoping that everything was okay early on in the pregnancy.   Because of all that we went through we decided that we would adopt. 

Fast forward to now.  Im divorced.   Not dating anyone.   Ha, there’s not even someone on the radar.   But the other night I was sitting with my almost 4 year old son and he turns and asks me if he could have a brother.  😦  my heart broke.  I grew up in a big family and loved it.  I feel bad that he doesn’t have any siblings.   I wish he did.  I see him sometimes in his room playing by himself and I wish he had someone to giggle with, to be his side kick, to grow old with. 

Who knows.  Maybe one day, hopefully soon, I’ll meet that gentle man that will love me and maybe give me that big family I’ve always wanted. 

Monday ramblings

This weekend was valentines day and im happy to say that I survived.   Woohoo.  My day consisted of being with the ones I love.  Breakfast with my parents.   Girl time…. watched 50 shades of Grey. And ended the night at home.  Alone and happy.   I am so greatful for what I havr accomplished, what God has changed in my life and what He has allowed to change me.

Two years ago I was a different person.   I was broken, betrayed, worn and very unhappy.   I held my head high on the outside and used up every ounce of my strength to stay strong for my baby.   When he went to his dad’s house I would cry myself to sleep.  I was in a dark tunnel with no end in sight.   Everything seemed impossible.   You see, I come from a family of marriages.  It’s what I had always wanted.   A husband,  a few babies,  a home, ect.  I dreamed of a beautiful life of traveling and late night chats.  I dreamed that the man I would marry would hold my heart forever.   Through the thick and thin we would fight on.

Then everything died.

It was stripped away from me.   I mourned deeply because all that I had wanted had walked out of the door.  My dreams dragging behind him.  The thought of someone else hurt, the thought of dating,  moving on, seeing him with someone new, and the thought of lost love hurt.  The thought of my son having step parents hurt.  The thought of finding love again hurt.  The thought of being alone hurt.  Everything. Even my physical body hurt.

Days turned into weeks; weeks turned into months then into years.  Just as the time passed so did the pain and the uncertainty.   I am so happy now.  I mean I have my not so great days but  I have a plan. The light at the end of the tunnel is now shining bright on my face.    I am blessed with a beautiful son and everyday has something to be thankful for. I look forward to the future, to finishing what I started,  to learning and growing,  to loving and I look forward to finding someone who will love me like I deserve.   ♥

I met the new girlfriend…and this heifer wanted a hug!

When we divorced, we promised that if there was someone who was serious enough to bring around our son that we would introduce this person to one another.  Yes, I know that this may seem a little weird to some but in my defense, my son is still little.  He was only a year and a half old when we separated.  I really was nervous about having him around someone being that he was so little and couldn’t really vocalize if he was being hurt in any way.

Two weekends ago my son came home as usual, then ran to the window at our balcony and was yelling “daddy..jj..daddy..jj”.  And I was like ‘oh helllllll no’ my baby has been around some woman enough to remember her name.  My son is two and a half.  Anyway later that day I messaged my ex and asked if there was someone that my son has been around lately named JJmand he said that this woman was a friend… but later said that she was a girlfriend and that she had met my son. I asked if I could meet her, just to see her face, to give  her that “if you touch my baby there will be hell to pay look”.  I wanted her to know that I was in the picture.

Last week I went for an interview (I looked great…hair curled, makeup done and most importantly there were no Cheetos hand prints on my shirt from a two year old)   After the interview I went to pick up some money from my sons dad.  We agreed to meet down the street and he let me know that he would be bringing his girlfriend so we could meet and in his words” get to know each other and say whats up”.  -.- Ummmm how about no.  I just needed her to see my face and for her to know I could go bat shit crazy on her if need be.  Okay so I’m sitting there in the parking lot of a QuickTrip waiting on him.  I was nervous.  I wanted to drive away.  I wasn’t ready for this yet but here I was.  So they pull up, we stay in our cars and he gives me the money.  “this is jj…” to which I reply a very generic nice to meet you.  Her reply; (in a very annoying, overly excited, we’re going to be BFFs voice) oh hi… nice to meet you!! I wish we were out of the car so I could hug you… I’m a hugger!!!  WHAT THE HELL!! I’m a puncher bioch so back the hell up.  It must have been the look I gave her that made her sit back in her seat.

I mean who does that??? Really.  I quickly said goodbye and drove away.  I was annoyed.  I didn’t know if she was just being a jerk or if she really is that dumb to think that I would greet her with open arms.

Awkward meetings – 1

On a more positive note, the interview went great!!

 

 

Help me!!! I’m drowning

It’s 11 o’clock pm here in Texas.  I just came back from the grocery store, I’ve been stuck in my apartment for the past day and a half.  Winter storm of 2013 brought sheets of unforgiving ice and pretty much shut down north Texas.  Well, this nice little storm has allowed me to have some quiet time with myself (my son has been with his dad for the past several days).  With nothing to do my mind has been on overload.

I will start with what happened today while it’s fresh on my mind.  I was talking with my sons dad and he mentioned his girlfriend giving him advice about my son.  Side note–My sons dad and I separated in September 2012 and our divorce was finalized in March 2013.  One of the things that I’ve struggled with the most is that my ex-husband started dating soon after we separated.  When he asked for a divorce I specifically asked him to wait to date until after our divorce was final out of respect for me.  He agreed, saying that he would never ever think of doing such a thing.  This is not what happened.  Over and over again during our separation I caught him in lies and caught him lying about going out with other women.  This would not have bothered me so much if (1) he didn’t pretend that he was still interested in making things work (2) he didn’t ask me to wait on money for my son when he was out spending this money on dates (3) he didn’t lie directly to my face or (4) that I was trying everything that I knew to do to salvage our relationship.

Fast forward to tonight.  This month marks the one year anniversary of the month that we divorced.  From the moment that I found out that he was out dating I questioned EVERYTHING.  I felt to worthless.  I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he didn’t want anything to do with me and I have always wondered when he started dating.  So tonight, I asked him.

Honestly, I wasn’t surprised at his answer.  He said that sometime around when we first separated he created a POF account and started dating.  Soon after that he said that he created a match account.  He followed this by stating that he didn’t cheat on me.  -.- I’m sorry.  If you are married and dating, that’s cheating in my book.  Recently, he has been dating this woman.  From what I know they have been together for a couple of months.  Parents have been introduced and she has also met my son.

Saying all of this, welcome to my pity party.  I feel like a five year old, wanting to throw a tantrum.  Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t want him back.  I did in the beginning but I realized over time that he didn’t want to be with me long before we got a divorce.  Why chase something or someone who doesn’t want you, right?  But I feel that I should have someone too.  I guess you can say I’m feeling a little jealous that he has someone to talk to, to date, to kiss, to hug and so on.  It seems a little unfair. No?

Please, I’m still a rookie at this whole divorced thing.  Any advice is appriciated. 🙂

I found my love on an online dating site!!!

Hahaha!!! Just kidding.  I haven’t found “Mr.Right”.  I have been on a popular online dating site for a few weeks now.  From those two weeks I’ve gotten one date with Mr. Inappropriate and have a potential date for this Sat.

Here is my frustration with this whole online dating thing.   It’s NOTHING like the commercials.  You know, the one where the couple is sitting across from each other in some romantic restaurant …laughing.  LOL  nothing like that.  At least not for me.  

This is what I’ve learned so far. There are a lot of men that don’t seem to have it all together yet. I thought by trying to find a someone in his early to mid 30’s, I would find someone that was a little more grounded and ready for something a little more serious then just screwing around. The last few men that have message me or that I have gone on a date with all live with either a parent or a roommate. Don’t get me wrong I understand that sometimes life happens and moving in with someone temporarily is the only solution. But a man living with mom just isn’t going to fly with me.

So most nights I just sit and stare at my screen. Check my emails, and check the list of guys that have a few need that day and wonder why in the world would someone view my profile over and over but not send a message. One would think that the keyboard would be similar to liquid courage and all shyness would dissipate. {deep sigh} But I guess true love is not in the stars for me yet or at least not today.

Who knows maybe Mr. Right is filling out his online profile as we speak. Lol. Then again maybe not.