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.   ♥

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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. 🙂

The Hurt and the Healer

Today I’m feeling like my brain is on over load.  I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks, I promised myself that I would keep up with blogging.  So here is a little about everything that’s been on my mind.

1. JOB– still no job.  I’ve been applying everywhere, and nothing.  I’m getting so impatient.  Praying and hoping for something really soon.  With the holidays just around the corner I’m feeling a little bummed, this whole trusting God thing is soooo not easy.

2. LOSING WEIGHT–  I’ve been trying for the past several months to change the way that I eat and exercise.  I got on the scale this morning and I have not gained any weight in the last several days.  YAY.  I haven’t been working out at all 😦 which is NOT helping with the whole feeling bummed out feeling.  But YAY again…. no weight gain.

3. CO-PARENTING– I hate this whole, co-parenting thing.  Don’t get me wrong, I am so very very thankful that my sons father is very involved and helps me with anything that I need for our little boy, but man do I hate not being able to see him on the weekends.  I miss him like crazy!  My apartment is so quiet, everything in its place. No Dora the Explorer blaring in the background.  I hate it.  The quietness drives me nuts.

4. RELEARNING WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MEN-  A couple of weeks ago I got ‘Think Like a Lady, Act Like a Man’.  I picked it up with some skepticism, thinking okay, I know men.  What in heavens can this book add to my expertise on men.  Well, I’ve read the book and I have to say, I learned a few things.  (that’s a blog for tomorrow) But I can say that I’ve changed the game plan.  I’m not going to settle, even if that means waiting a little longer for a good man. 🙂

5. HEALING–  I am allowing my self to heal.  After my separation and eventually divorce , I had to be strong, I had to stand, to put on a tough face and stand when all I wanted to do was to crawl into a small hole and just die.  I had a moment a couple of weeks ago, I was praying and I just started to cry.  And it was such a release.  I cried because sometimes things are hard, I cried because sometimes being alone is lonely.  I cried because I don’t always have it together and I cried because I looked back on the past year and even though it didn’t feel like it at the time, I know God was moving, healing, caring for, and loving me all the while.

I love this song.  It describes how Ive felt in the past and still do at times.  All I can do is thank God for carrying me through these times.

Big tall glass of clarity

This month. Right around this time, a year ago, I found myself in a very dark place.  In September 2012 my husband of almost five years asked me for a divorce.  Honestly, my world shattered.  I was immediately overwhelmed with a million questions.  Why me?  What did I do so wrong?  How could I be so unlovable? Was I really that horrible of a person that my own husband wanted nothing to do with me? What am I going to do?

For weeks, that added up to months, I walked around feeling like I had been punched in the stomach.  My mind was so clouded with anger, hate, and resentment, to name a few, that I couldn’t even think straight.  I was so deeply hurt.  At that moment I just knew that I would never be able to put back together the pieces of my broken heart.  Each night I would lay awake staring at the ceiling, with tears rolling down my face, thinking about my son.  Wondering what I would tell him, wondering if he even understood what was going on.  Aside from God’s true grace, he was the one thing that kept me going.

It’s been one year now.  In this past year I have learned so much about love, life, myself, and the resiliency of my heart.  I am in a much much better place now.  Things are not always easy and sometimes they even suck a little bit but I am learning to take it all as a lesson.  It’s taken me a very long time to understand that all I really need to do is to trust God.

I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching these past several months and I’ve really had some clarity.  I’m ready to be a different person.  I’m ready to be the person that I have always wanted to be.  Over the years I taught myself to blame others, to blame situations, to blame God, for my life being in the shape that it has been.  But I’m realizing now that the only one responsible for me is me.  I stupidly assigned others the responsibility of making me happy.  Every time that I did someone or something let me down.  The burden laid on them.  It was their fault I was heartbroken, unhappy, angry, sad, or even happy.  I shouldered none of the responsibility.

What a horrible way to live.  No wonder I was so unhappy.  I know I don’t want to be this person anymore.  I don’t want to be this example to my son and I certainly don’t want to cast this burden on to someone else.

My prayer is that God begin to mold and shape my heart in such a way that my true happiness will be found in Him.  That I will take hold of my life and hold only myself responsible for the things that I do or don’t do.  I pray that I be the best example to my son and that one day he look back on his life and know that I did everything I knew to do to show him how much I love him.  And I pray that one day I will be able look back on my own life and know that I was the best woman, mom, wife, sister, daughter, and person that I could be.

Perhaps even one day I will sit down with my ex-husband, the father of my son, and apologize for making him carry the heavy load of being my happiness.

The Interview

Today I had an interview with an insurance company.  The position was for an admin assistant position that will eventually turn into a insurance agent position.  I’m really hoping that I get it.  I know it will require a lot of hard work and dedication, but I’m ready to get started with something different.

The interview went great.  During the interview the owner of the company asked me to tell him a little about myself.  I started with where I went to high school, then went on to tell him that while I did attend college, I never finished.  I told him that for the past almost 10 years I worked clerical jobs.

This question got me thinking, what did I do with my life over the past 31 years.  Where along the road did I lose who I was.  Over the last year, so much has happened.  I feel like I’m just beginning to know who I really am.  I’m ready to get started with this second half of my life.  I so desperately want things to work out but I’m worried that things are not going to work out.  I’m scared that I will fail.  That I will fall.  That I will lose.  I don’t know how to shake these feelings.  But regardless of what I am feeling I know that I have to try, that I have to give it my all.

So I’m standing here waiting for the clouds to break. Ready for the rain to wash away the old.

 

Finding the silver lining

It’s 10 p.m. and I find myself staring at this blank screen.  To be honest I’m not sure where to start.  I am a 31 year old single mother of one. A son who is almost two and a half. I had another blog once.  I miss the anonymity of writing about myself… to no one at all.  There is a certain release that I find in letting out what I am thinking.  I’m still unsure if this will be an anonymous blog or not but it will be an honest one none the less.

I’ll start with today’s thoughts.  I’m currently unemployed and looking for a job.   As of last month my boss let me know that I would be laid of for a period of time.  It’s stressful.  Thankfully I do have a little income that will keep me afloat for a while, but it doesn’t do much for those nights that I lay awake wondering where I will be in a few month.  My car is in desperate need of some TLC that has to wait, for now, and the holidays are just around the corner.  And with all this craziness, there is this guy who is amazing and I am head over heels for but the feelings I have for him scare me.

I try not to worry, not to let the things I can’t change get to me.  Hence the name of this blog.  Somehow God reminds me that things will be okay.  Gives me a certain peace that He will work things out.

Sometimes dark clouds fill the skies and threaten to drown me with life’s problems.  But slowly I’m starting to find that even during the not so great times that there is a peace in dancing in the rain.  That each cloud that comes has a silver lining.  I just have to take the time to see it.