I’m a single mom living in the frozen wasteland of Michigan. I grew up in the desert of West Texas, and after being away for so long, I’ve come to appreciate its unique culture and way of life. I’m obnoxiously proud of my Texan heritage, and miss my home more and more everyday. I’m a burnt-orange-blooded Longhorn fan. In a previous life I was actually a student at UT Austin, and was in the Longhorn band for three years. My biggest regret in life is not graduating.
My title of Mom is because of my two beautiful boys who were born nine years apart. My marriage began with a baby and ended with a baby. The timing was a huge question mark to me, until I realized that throughout this major transition of life, my boys have had each other, and always will. And I surely don’t know what I’d do without them! We’re sticking together now, I’m doing the best I can to show them that what we’ve got is what family’s all about.
There are so many different stories out there…so many different circumstances as to why single parents have become single parents. My particular story is infidelity. My husband left me for my ‘best’ friend. Right after he bought a house with me, and when the IB was just three months old. If you’d like to dig a little deeper, read this post, and then this post. They pretty much hit the important points.
This blog has been quite a salvation for me. Yes, I took quite a bit of time off from it when I got a job. Just didn’t have the time or energy to even think about writing anything. I guess I’m starting to get the hang of it, though…I think I’ve just gotten used to being utterly exhausted all the time now. I don’t have a huge support system around me…my father has passed on, and my mom is very far away, with a husband who she is afraid to leave for any amount of time due to health issues. (They’re quite old, actually. I didn’t come along until my mom was 47.) My ex got what few friends we had in the divorce. We had just moved to a brand new neighborhood full of young marrieds when he left. I was a young married here, too…and now I’m not. Not exactly the perfect scenario for fitting in.
I need someone to listen to all the crap rolling around in my head. Even if that ‘someone’ is just The Internet. Trying to get my thoughts into an organized, concrete form is quite liberating. And like I said…it’s proven to be a salvation for me.
Nobody in my real world knows about this blog. I had a previous blog turn south when I spilled the beans about it, so this is my own little secret. How else can I blog honestly about the real people in my life?
I still feel like I have a long way to go in figuring out how to manage this new life of mine, but I know I’ve got big things in store for me. I’ve been to hell…now I’m on my way back. I invite you to come along.
(P.S. — The photo in my header I took myself. Right in my back yard. Then we ran back inside and ducked for cover!)