For me, there are many. The one on my mind today is the lovely weekend I just spent with friends, eating, going to the spa, laughing and relaxing. The kids were with Dad.
Needless to say that before the divorce, I NEVER would have been able to go away for the weekend. I wasn’t even able to go out for more than 4 hours without being called back home.
It’s December 21st and I’m basically done with the holiday madness. I love being Jewish.
Our Hanukkah was extremely low key and successful. I even got three presents from my daughter — a wooden heart, a glass heart and a star with her picture in it. The theme was “I love Mommy.”
Life is good.
I am happier in almost every way since DB “left my ass”. (I insist on using his phrase for our breakup. It always reminds me of what a great guy he is) One of the only things that really makes me sad, aside from the fact that I have to share my fabulous children with such an ass, is that I’m no longer part of his extended family on his father’s side. I really loved those people — his grandmother, father, aunts and uncles, and cousins.
This is the first Christmas in seven years that I won’t be seeing them. It’s been making me cry.
I miss you guys, and will always be glad that you were a part of my life.
