Hotel Room Tired

I’m exhausted….the kind of tired that comes from spending a night in a hotel room not sleeping. I’m trying to recover, get ready for the week, and prepare for round two….oh yes, round two!


We Have to Stop Meeting This Way

Last Friday, when I was at the courthouse to make my restraining order against my ex-husband’s  girlfriend permanent, I ran into an acquaintance. She was there for divorce proceedings. Today, I was at the courthouse filing a request for order for modification of custody/visitation and child support. I saw the child of a friend sitting in the hallway with his grandfather. I’ve got to stop running into people that I know at the courthouse. Maybe I should just stay out of the courthouse….

I Just Realized…

   Valentine’s Day is just a few weeks away. Retailers across the US have displays bathed in red, aisles full of pink, and hearts and candy everywhere. I’m sure that I will be spending it alone and calling it an early night, as I did on my birthday and New Years Eve. I never was one for that sugary sweet, forced romance of St. Valentine, but it would be nice if that were a choice and not a given.
   I miss passion, connection, and friendship. I know I shouldn’t compare, but it really irks me that my ex-husband (as rotten as he has become), has found a partner (as rotten as SHE is) that is completely devoted to him. She would go to the ends of the earth to protect him, and he knows it. I am jealous that he has someone in his corner and I stand alone.
   It’s not fair. I devoted my life to my family. I gave everything up for him and the kids. He walked away with a career that I had created (he would never even have finished college without me), and slid right back into a life where someone was taking care of everything for him. I am carving a whole new life out of nothing, and I have nobody to share it with.
   Mostly, I just struggle in silence. Once in a while, it becomes too much. Nobody said that life was fair….but nobody said that it could be so aweful either.

Feeling Stuck

   In lots of ways, I am feeling stuck right now. I’m stuck in between my ex- husband’s drama, getting prepared for another court case because he just can’t accept his responsibilities. I’m still stuck splitting my time, and now I’m stuck trying to find a local job. I’m stuck in a winter session class (halfway through!), and I’d kind of like to have sex, but since my kid is now always with me it makes that difficult.
   Half of me wants to cut loose, get drunk, and just have a blurry irresponsible night….but I can’t drink for health reasons. I guess it’s loneliness, stress, and just life. I miss having someone who actually cared how I was and am tempted to go back to online dating to get that feeling, but I know all too well what that entails. I’m not prepared for that, and I’m way too busy.

Hollow Victory

   This morning, I went back to court. Back to see if the judge would make my temporary restraining order permanent. The restraining order against my ex-husband’s girlfriend….who has been harassing me for two years. How did I get to this place where I had to get a restraining order against someone who (in a perfect world) would be a co-parent to my children? For two years, I have ignored her threatening, demeaning, harassing texts- sent via my ex-husband’s phone. I have lived in fear that she would make good on her violent threats, and wondered what exactly my children were subject to at their father’s house.
   My turn the other cheek attitude ended on Christmas day, when she became physically violent with me and threatened to kill me….in front of my 16 year old. I could no longer stand idly by and allow her to molest me. My 16 year also followed suit and let my ex-husband know that they would not be spending anymore time at his house. I am proud of my child, and grateful for the court decision. It feels like a hollow victory though, since all I really wanted was to be left alone and not harrassed.

The Bullshit Meter is Ringing

I’ve been talking to a local man that I met through Tinder. There were some serious red flags (like the fact that he isn’t yet divorced, in the two years since they split he hasn’t dated at all, and he has a seven year old….), but I continued with the conversation because it was pleasant and my friend says I am too picky and give up before I should. We had dinner plans, which he had to cancel because he was sick. One evening he asked me to come down to the gym and meet him, do I did. We had a nice chat. Conversation continued, and he said he thought he was ready for a serious relationship again. Ok, fine. Except that there was something just not right….I could feel it. Tonight, he did the whole “meet me at the gym” thing again. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I was stressed and needed to work out anyway. We’re in communication up until I leave my house. I get to the gym and see a text asking if I am on my way, and two missed calls from him. I text him that I am there, and go inside. He’s not where I can see him. I thought maybe he had gone to shower. I jump on a treadmill and do my workout, texting him to let him know where I am. Half an hour later, he texts that he had called me to tell me that his daughter had called with an emergency and he had to leave the gym. Ok, fine- I understand that. But why the fuck would you call twice, not leave a voicemail and not text? It’s just inconsiderate and rude. Unless he makes up for it in a stellar way, I’m done. Tired of the guys who “think” they’re ready for a relationship…

Garden Inspiration

   Some of my most vivid memories from childhood are from the dentists office. I only saw one dentist until I was an adult, and he also did my orthodontics. I had braces on for four years, so I spent a lot of time in that office. I can remember the smell of it, the artwork that hung on the walls (modern portraits of athletes like skier Jean Claude Killy), and the toys that were in the children’s waiting room (my favorite was the Fisher Price Little People Castle). I also remember the garden.

   There was a waiting room for parents outside, and a separate waiting room with toys for the kids inside the office. There was one small treatment room, and a larger room with three or four dental chairs all together for general check ups and cleanings. This was the days before TV’s and video game consoles on dental chairs. This row of chairs faced large plate glass windows facing into a small garden. The garden was surrounded by cedar fencing. There was a bird feeder that hung on the fence, a round face with outstretched hands where you could place birdseed. There was never any seed in the feeder. The garden didn’t get much light, being that it sat between office buildings, so the plants were all things that could tolerate low light; mosses, wispy grasses, and house plant looking things.

I found looking out at that garden a very peaceful and calming thing. There must have been some thought about the effects of the garden on the patients, but I doubt they could have realized how much it affected us. There was a small water feature in the garden. The sound of that fountain is something I still remember.

   The size and placement of that garden reminds me of my own patio now. Without realizing it, I am trying to recreate that same calming feeling with my patio. I haven’t come very far yet, but I know where it’s headed.