I absolutely REFUSE to let the circumstances going on in my life to dictate my mood, mental health or outlook on life... therefore... I am going to do MamaKats writing prompt, and spend a little time "away" from problems.
So there, Ray... Living well is THE BEST REVENGE!
Neener freakin' Neener!
So here goes... I wish someone told me...
That being a Mother was such fantastic, horrifying, jubilant, exhausting, mind numbing at times job. It is such a Roller Coaster of a ride, this Motherhood thing.
I also wish someone told me...
That sometimes in marriage, that feeling of "new love" goes away, and is replaced with a deep
all encompassing love that goes beyond the "new love" phase. I wasted so much time worrying about not having that same pang of anticipation before seeing my husband after a long day or business trip. I have come to realize that it is okay, the love it still there, it's just taken on a different feeling... like respect, comfort, and that feeling of being each other's protector and cheerleaders in life.
I wish someone told me...
How debilitating and hurtful parent's divorce would be even after 18 years.
Bill and I were discussing the other night at dinner how different our lives and our children's lives would be if both set of parents had stayed married.
It is AWFUL every year around the holidays. So awful, we often take off and do our own thing
so no one gets their feelings hurt, including us.
And when the parents don't marry good people, it is even worse. No one can love your kids quite the same as a grandparent. The new spouses can try... but let's face it. They aren't their grandkids.
If our parents were still married to each other... our Holidays, and our lives would be so, so, so, very different. People with intact families have no idea how difficult it is to be pulled and used, and made to feel guilty, and all that other crap that comes along with divorce.
I know it sound selfish, and each parents thinks they are better off now than if they had stayed together... but I was 22 when my parents divorced. I felt like a 6 yr old.
I guess they did what they felt they needed too, but 22 years is a long time to figure something out.
I wish someone told me...
That as I aged, I would like myself more and more. That with age, truly comes wisdom.
I feel more deeply now, with less superficiality. I "get it" now. When I was 20 ish, women in their 40's were "old". No one told me to make sure and listen to the 40 and up crowd and gleen from their experience and knowledge. It would have saved me a lot of heartache.
I LOVE BEING A 40 yr OLD WOMAN!