It's been just over two years since the divorce was finalized. I not longer really think of myself as divorced or betrayed. It's more, "I'm 55 years old." like I have to remind myself.
I can direct a lot of anger at the former spouse when I see the hurt or apathy in the kids with how he has removed himself from their lives. But then I remember that it's my job and joy to be the Mom.. as source of support, to listen.. not as someone carrying the banner of wounded emotions. Oh yes, and to know and maintain my boundaries.
I talk a whole lot less about myself and focus on what's going on with other people. I've got tired of it being all about me. I want to know all about them, though some have balked at the change. In fact, I regret when I do make a sly comment about the former spouse having a newborn at 57. That has nothing to do with me.
I know all my 'mea culpas', like procrastinating, etc. Move forward with your own life, Kathleen. Not just the extension of being involved in my kids!
