Yesterday I was talking about a friend, noticing that he is completely living in the past. He had a life that he loved a few years ago and he still fashions his life as if he lives there. In fact, he moved two years ago and still says, “I just moved here.” Sometimes it’s so much easier to see others’ faults….
So that analysis got me thinking … and thinking. I realized I spend a ton of my time thinking—or worrying, obsessing even—about my co-parenting situation. But that’s not helping me at all. In fact, it only causes me more consternation as the cycle continues.
Turns out I’m no better than the friend I was disparaging.
It kind of feels like I’m either walking backward into the past, or there is this beautiful door to my future that I’m not opening. I can’t say that I’m afraid of the future, but I am not sure I’m comfortable leaving the past.
During my morning walk today, I was—again—immersed in these thoughts about the situation. I realized that it’s not that I want my ex-husband back; it’s that I want life to be easy and carefree again. When a couple has a child, they should accept that the partnership is now cemented in stone and they should remain together. I mean, they’re together anyway because of the child, so why not make things easier and live together? Co-parenting when my ex chose to move nearly 50 miles away is far from easy. (Obviously, I have feelings of anger and blame about the situation, even now.)
As part of my daily “I am” affirmations/manifestations, I am training myself to redirect my thoughts. When I get mired in thoughts of despair over the situation with my ex, I use the virtual smelling salts to snap myself out of it and replace those thoughts with something positive. I have a great life and an amazing son. I focus on those aspects. I create the situation in a way that works for everyone—especially Patrick. That door knob is in my grasp and I am opening it.
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I think I have always known I would only have one child. My astrological chart shows three, but that all makes sense now since I’ve had two abortions. Strangely enough, I patterned myself off my mom: a divorced mother of one child. I guess that became a self-fulfilling prophecy!
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If you didn’t see Date Night at the theater, it was recently released on DVD and I got it from Netflix this week. Wow. I already love Steve Carell from The Daily Show, the first season of The Office, and other movies, so I was completely in. The movie is funny—laugh-aloud funny—and there are ample scenes of a topless Marky Mark to keep the female viewers glued. The plot is hysterical how they get themselves into this crazy situation.
Every night, as I’m going to bed and thinking about for what I’m thankful, my soon-to-come-into-my-life man is on that list. I specifically think about how we cherish each other, because I think that is an important component to keep love and romance alive in a relationship.
I grew up believing 100% in unconditional love. I’m not sure why, exactly, since my mother used to threaten to shuttle me off places if I misbehaved, but maybe it was the allure of Disney films. I just knew that once someone got into my heart, that person would be there forever. Of that I had no doubt. Apparently, I was in the minority.
“Welcome home” means a lot more when we step away from our computers, head to the door, and greet our loved ones with a warm hug and kiss. It tells the other person we’re glad to see them and—maybe more importantly—that we love them.