The New Adventures of Supermom...Part 3

[JennyF]

Here goes thread #3...
JennyF's 1st Thread

JennyF's 2nd Thread

SG, your last post before my thread locked...

My gosh, you so did the right thing.

I divorced after 10 years of marriage and I sought the divorce. Still, I so missed his family. And 13 years later...I'm welcome back, and he isn't always. But I live over 300 miles away...


Anyway...I feel what you're missing.


You did an AWESOME job!!! Really you couldn't have done better.


Wishing you wonderful holidays.

Thanks SG. It's funny that you put such a positive spin on how I handled it...I am definitely not feeling that. Not that I feel I did any damage by crying, but I'm just feeling so down that I can't see that I'm doing well at anything.

I went out shopping and after 2 stores I decided to stop at Starbucks for an Egg Nog Latte...well with James Taylor playing ("You just call out my name and you know wherever I am, I'll come running...to see you again") it was all I could do to keep from melting down while I waited for my coffee. My eyes were welling up the whole time. Anyone who would have looked at me would have noticed. As soon as I got in the car I lost it. Drove home through the tears and cried my heart out for at least an hour after. I haven't cried like that in weeks. I don't know that I've ever felt this amount of hurt and loneliness...ever. I just don't get it.

ANYWAY...I feel as though starting a new thread I want to put a positive spin on this. So this is my best attempt to pick myself up and dust myself off.

Today I am grateful for...
- The fun that D and I had decorating G-bread men this morning
- The beautifully decorated hand made frames that D me in preschool
- My supportive friends and family who even though they couldn't do anything, just listened to me cry and were there for me. Thank God for them.
- My Egg Nog Latte...it was yummy.
- My son. Tonight as I cried and held him he was fussing a bit. I put my hand on his chest and with both hands he grabbed a hold of my hand and he squeezed. He didn't let go. He stopped fussing and he just held my hand tight. At 9 weeks old he somehow knew I needed that...my little angel. Thank God for him.
- I am grateful for these BB's.

H is keeping D until Monday. I plan to wrap presents tomorrow and make sure I've got all this crying and sadness out of my system so that come Monday...I am ready to enjoy Christmas with my D. I can't wait to put out cookies and milk for Santa and watch her face as she opens her presents.
I am truly blessed in so many ways.
J~