Warning: I’m a little scattered today…
I need to ask you something. Hopefully I can coherently spit out my thoughts here. So here goes: Have you ever a conversation with your ex where his position on issues seemed so blatantly wrong, his perception so skewed, that you sat there wondering, “Am I really off so off the mark on this? Truly, am I too stupid to get it? Is it ME?”
Cause I have; or rather I am.
I think that overall I’m a very communicative and empathetic person. So as I continue ploughing through my divorce, I’m constantly trying to see and feel things from my ex husband’s perspective. I ignore his condescending remarks. I try and forgive him for biting comments that are off topic. I try to speak kindly, sensibly, about the issue at hand. ..
But it’s like I’m talking to a wall; nothing’s getting in. And I sit there wracking my brain: Am I not saying this clearly enough? Does his perspective overrule my own? Then, in exasperation: How did we stay married for seven years when we can’t communicate AT ALL? (read more here)













So I broke up with someone last week – a single dad of two. He’s the first man I’ve gone out with since divorcing that I contemplated getting serious with whatsoever. But even though we got along brilliantly, even though he said he was crazy about me, one main thing deterred his interest: the fact that I have three kids. And I admit, it slapped me in the face and kind of hurt. Not because my feelings were that deep for him – but because this scenario has always been one of my greatest fears…how about you?
They’ve been apart now for three years. Their divorce only became official a few months ago. And I swear to God, no word of a lie, he has lamented over how broke he is ever since they separated.
Yesterday, I received a letter from a newly-separated woman who’d recently signed up on a dating site. She wrote:
A divorced girlfriend of mine was going out on a date - a third date, which rarely happened with her. And as we talked over the phone beforehand, she was almost panicked.
My divorced friend and I were standing together watching our kids play ball in the field.
Then one day, in January 2008, I decided to use my writing to free me from my past; I started writing my memoir. I had no idea how to do it, nor did I have any idea if one day I’d sell it. I just needed to write, to figure out the insanity of my life, and FINISH something; something that was all about me.