So, it appears I'm going to lose the house in the divorce. I was sad about that for a couple of days, then I actually got excited about new possibilities. Keeping the house would be a strain in several ways... the "homeowner stuff" would be off my back if I moved to a condo or co-op, and plus, maybe a fresh start would do us a lot of good.
Today I am looking at a condo nearby, and it sounds just perfect for Sarina and me.
Thank you so much to everyone who's offered words of support lately. I haven't answered everyone personally because I kind of get drained just talking/typing about it... this was the poem I wrote about it soon after it happened. I feel like... this guy was my hero. Now I have to reimagine my whole life and accept that I was looking through very rose-colored glasses before, accepting a lot of things I shouldn't have because he got me through agoraphobia.
I have some fears-- mostly that I won't have another child-- but I know I'm doing the right thing. I know that fostering and adopting could be possibilities down the line if I don't meet Mr. Right for Real This Time "in time."
Although I didn't respond to everything, I want you to know that I did let much of the advice sink in. There are certain things that I repeat to myself a lot lately that I heard here-- like "beware of men who try to rescue you" and the stories of bitter exes who put their kids in uncomfortable positions. I will try to learn from all your experiences.
I'm trying hard to focus on the positives, and that seems easier now that the weather has improved. Spring really does work wonders on one's mood, doesn't it? Now all I need is a rebound fling... Haggis?
I'll report back after we see the condo.
(P.S. Kidding about the fling thing... please do not hit on me. Except Haggis. His eyes mesmerize me.)
Today I am looking at a condo nearby, and it sounds just perfect for Sarina and me.
Thank you so much to everyone who's offered words of support lately. I haven't answered everyone personally because I kind of get drained just talking/typing about it... this was the poem I wrote about it soon after it happened. I feel like... this guy was my hero. Now I have to reimagine my whole life and accept that I was looking through very rose-colored glasses before, accepting a lot of things I shouldn't have because he got me through agoraphobia.
I have some fears-- mostly that I won't have another child-- but I know I'm doing the right thing. I know that fostering and adopting could be possibilities down the line if I don't meet Mr. Right for Real This Time "in time."
Although I didn't respond to everything, I want you to know that I did let much of the advice sink in. There are certain things that I repeat to myself a lot lately that I heard here-- like "beware of men who try to rescue you" and the stories of bitter exes who put their kids in uncomfortable positions. I will try to learn from all your experiences.
I'm trying hard to focus on the positives, and that seems easier now that the weather has improved. Spring really does work wonders on one's mood, doesn't it? Now all I need is a rebound fling... Haggis?
I'll report back after we see the condo.
(P.S. Kidding about the fling thing... please do not hit on me. Except Haggis. His eyes mesmerize me.)
you're going to be just fine. You're strength is an inspiration.
