I am changing the way I talk about my divorce and being a single mom.
From now on, My Ex and I were only meant to come together so we could have our daughter and then remain friend(ly) after that. That is it. End of story. I get to bond with my daughter because of this, without his objections and criticism! Halleluiah!
I repeat this over and over, hoping it will stick.
Tonight is my first Friday night without her. She is at her Dad’s. I feel forlorn and bereft. Even though the conversations are insanely mundane, I miss her incessant chatter. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So quiet here. I miss the sounds of a family. I miss family dinners.
I took a yoga class and then a meditation class right after. Both were meh.
I saw my therapist today. I realized while talking to her that I don’t want to see The Tattoo Artist anymore- mainly because it is not the best use of my time. I keep trying to soothe the unsoothable. Only by my internal mother, apparently. And that isn’t as sexy and fun sounding as hooking up with a guy.
I miss Highland Park. I miss him.
I don’t know what else to say about that.
His wife put the kibosh on us. Maybe that is a good thing.
I would be threatened if I were her.