Thanks, Captain Obvious
Here it is, Monday night, and I am still recovering from the weekend…and no, not because it was some wild party (I wish)…the family got together for the weekend…which is always good, but it’s also exhausting…
My family is extremely small…the joke is that if we hadn’t gotten married, we’d be non-existent…ironically, I just wiped out a third of my “family” with one little divorce. I’m an only child, and several immediate family members have died over the years, so literally, it’s just me, my mom, and my aunt…that’s it.
My stepfather came with my mom this weekend – which is always good because I learn how to fix something new everytime he comes. I could have figured out a few things about what’s under the hood of Bubba, but it was nice to have someone point it all out to me…unfortunately for me, I now need to keep oil and antifreeze with me at all times…fun times.
I’ve decided my mother has a type when it comes to men – she managed to find and marry the two most opinionated men on the planet in one lifetime. First my dad and then about 7 years ago, the Step. It’s endearing when it’s your father…it’s maddening when it’s not. The Step thinks he’s always right…he’ll even say it out loud…where other people can hear him.
This weekend should have been more celebratory…I’m divorced from someone that apparently everyone who ever loved me, liked me, or even tolerated me didn’t think I should be married to…but no, no celebration…
We had a family council of sorts…trying to figure out Michaela’s problems…which ended up being an hour long conversation where everything that’s wrong in my life that needs to be fixed was listed…with not one solution offered. When I suggested a solution, it was pretty much argued out of existence…
So basically, it was the most depressing conversation of my life…with no positive outcome, no creative problem-solving, no hope given. I should feel completely hopeless about my life after that little pow-wow. Fortunately for me, I’m too busy raising my children and (barely) keeping my head above water to dwell on how miserable I should be…I’ll be miserable some other day…today, I’ve got stuff to do.
Posted on August 15, 2011, in Independent Michaela, Thinking and tagged Divorce, Family, Home, life, misery, Parenting, Relationships, stress, thinking. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
One Day At A Time 
Oh gotta love when family does that. When I was telling my mom I was considering leaving my ex the first words out of her mouth were “What are you gonna do?How can you possibly survive on your own with the kids?” Ummm so I stay with an alcoholic verbal and emotional abusive husband instead? umm yeah think I’m doing ok
The Step means well, but he probably has no idea how demoralizing it was to listen to everything that’s wrong…and then offer not ONE idea or solution. I’ll be fine…I’m certainly better than I was in a LOT of ways…
Oh dear. I hope your children will provide plenty of distraction for you.
Yea it’s really hard when there is not a solution that goes along with the problem being pointed out.