Do you want a healthy divorce or do you want to be a selfish f**k?

me lizzie rich bballKids just want you both in their life.  Do it.  For them.  Not you.  This picture is our older daughter at her championship basketball game a few months ago.  I always wanted a pic with me and both my parents.  Never happened.  They were both selfish fucks.

You decide…IF, and I mean if divorce is the only solution.  Dr. Laura is adamantly against it when young children are involved.  Ok.  I get it.  I listen to her.  I like her.  She has many valid points.  But I can’t say staying in the marriage until your kids are 18 is the ONLY answer.   Two loving homes is far better than one destructive home.  So, you take that route to the big D (Divorce…not Dallas).  Ok.  I get it.  Emotions are flying high.  Especially, if an affair is involved.  Trust me.  I know.  However, our behavior is a choice.

So, I asked my 16 year old son today what’s the difference between “mom and dad’s divorce” versus your friends.  (Not trying to be competitive.  Just curious.)  His response was, “You and dad get along.  And you are friends.”  I’m lucky and I know it.  I didn’t marry a narcissist.  That’s an entirely different issue.  And, I’m just grateful, I don’t have to deal with that.

Not sure if “friend” is the word I would use to describe my relationship with my ex.  But we are “family.”  We share four children.  Why should we punish them because we couldn’t make it as a couple?  Divorce is a decision.  One not taken lightly.  And so should your behavior after the divorce.  I choose to invite him to dinner with the kids.  I choose to treat him with respect, ESPECIALLY in front of my children.  I choose to NOT disparage him in front of my children.  Hello?  He is THEIR father.  What do I have to gain by talking bad about him.  If I even mention one thing that bothers me about him in front of my children, the backlash is horrific.  SO NOT WORTH IT!  They immediately go to his defense.  Lesson learned.  It’s a choice to be nice.  And, it’s a choice to be an ass.

When you spend the better part of 20 years with someone, he can certainly get on your nerves and you on his.  Bitch about it ALL you want.  BUT NOT IN FRONT OF YOUR CHILDREN.  To them, he still hung the moon.  Don’t fuck that up by being an asshole about him.

According to my kids, here are their rules to a successful divorce (things they have actually said to me):

  1. Be nice to Dad.
  2. Don’t ever talk mean about Dad.
  3. Eat dinner with the whole family.  (ok…sometimes)
  4. Be Dad’s friend.
  5. Help Dad decorate his house for Halloween and Christmas.
  6. Can we go on a family vacation?  (That’s a stretch and hasn’t happened but not ruling it out.)
  7. Don’t take food out of Dad’s pantry.
  8. Thank you for not fighting in front of us.
  9. Don’t make Dad take us shopping.  That’s your job.
  10. And, don’t get mad at me cause I left my clothes at Dad’s.  It wasn’t my choice to live in 2 homes.   (True).

So many divorce stories I could share.  From the extreme to the mundane.  One of my favorites….Blaming your ex for your kid’s poor grade on a test because they were at their  house the night before the test.  Ummm.   Really?  Simply ridiculous.   Yes.  That happened to a friend of mine.  I can’t make this shit up.  Pettiness is rampant in divorce.  I just don’t get it.  It’s as if, we go back to being children.  Name calling.  Blaming.  Acting out.  Being irrational.

There is almost always hurt in divorce.  You.  Him.  Them.  It’s never a win win.  Especially when one decides to be selfish.  When they make it about them and not their kids.  My advice to you…LEARN TO BITE YOUR TONGUE.  And, remember, failing at marriage doesn’t mean you have to fail at divorce.  You don’t want him anymore.  Fine.  But don’t make your kids suffer because you’re a selfish fuck.


Sharing my story on “Point of Contact”

I am going to be talking about my story (the good, the bad, and the ugly) on Point of Contact today, Tuesday, at 12 noon cst.

I appreciate all the support from you, my readers, and I would love to have you as a part of this.

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Finding Clarity In Unconsciousness

Huh?  Is that even possible? Finding clarity while you’re knocked out? Really? So, I’m a bit quirky. I really do pull my blog titles out of my own personal abyss. And it’s a deep one! And out of the deep comes some really odd things.

Someone or something or some higher power was watching over me yesterday. Choices we make everyday can affect us. The big ones. The little ones. The impulsive ones. The subconscious ones. So many choices we make each day. Whether we make them consciously or simply on autopilot. We make them. With each choice are consequences. All of our actions have a consequence. Whether intended or not.

Waking up in the middle of the night with horrific stomach cramps is painful. And it sucks. You are powerless as some 24 hour virus has taken control of you. Your body. Your mind. So you sit there on the porcelain god waiting for this mass exodus of EVERYTHING out of your body. So, I’m weak. I’m dehydrated. I’m exhausted. I can’t sleep as I double over in this writhing pain. Think contractions. Remember those? The closer to the birth, the closer the contractions are. I am no where near giving birth but I am having contractions. And they hurt!

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For the past 10 months, I have been chased relentlessly by this widower attorney whom I thought (until two days ago) was probably the sweetest man I have met in the past several years. Always there for me. Giving. Generous. Good as they get. Always complimenting me. Making sure I was taken care of. But I wasn’t interested in anything other than a nice dinner and some fun. My head and heart were elsewhere. Me chasing a dream of a life that simply wasn’t meant to be.

And then. The “L” word. Out of no where. Of course it was during sex. Don’t they always drop that bomb just before climax? So predictable. So, what do I do? At first, I ignore it. Then? Well, then I really start to think about it. Think about the possibilities. Then I obsess about it. And, when I get my brain going, it doesn’t stop. Always a civil war going on in my head. The universe in my mind and my thoughts is so expansive. It can be its own little black hole. Impossible to escape a black hole, right? Same with my mind and my thoughts.

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