A LIFE TIME AGO
I was watching the Today show this morning. As usual, they give today's date. For a moment, I was wondering what, was so familar about the date. Then I realized that, it was my wedding anniversary to my former husband. Not that I wish things would have been differnt. I am actually so thankful that, I got out of that situation when I did. At this point, we have been divorced longer then, we were married. I refer to my son's dad as, that guy who I was married to for about five minutes.
In all actuality, I have been married to my second husband, for A little longer then first husband. My first husband and I, were only married for six years. My second husband and I, were married for six years this past Novemeber. However, we have been together for over seven years. I'm not saying that, one has been entirely easier then the other. Although, this second married seems to be getting easier, the longer that, we are married.
The failure of my first marriage, had many contributing factors. Number one, our young age at the time that we were married. Number two, A child that, my husband was not ready to have. Number three, our finances, were always a mess. Number four, the inability not to get along. I'd go into that further, but I chose not to today. It's all so depressing. The mind has it's own defense mechanisms. One in particular is, the ability to forget tramatic events. Possibly, a little forgivness as well.
I'll admitt that, I nolonger feel the need to be bitter about the whole situation. Why should I care about him, or what happened in the past? I honestly don't care. I just do my best to get along with the guy, for our son's sake. Besides, I'm an adult now, and I don't care. I just have the satisfaction of knowing that, my husband now, has helped me raise my son, longer then his own father did. No that, my former husband isn't part of his life. Not just a big part. The "at home" part, and the "90 percent" part. The part where, he's with us, more then he is with his father.
I just keep in mind that, my husband and I, play a bigger role in his upbringing then his father. Atleast, I have a little peace of mind knowing that. Yet I digress. If you were wondering how long ago, all of this occurred, it was April 11, 1992. Fourteen years, is a life time ago. The last seven have been the very best. The ones that I've spent with my husband. We still have our ups and downs. Although, more ups then downs. That's they way it should be. Ya'll take it easy. Just be thankful for the past, and what it's taught you.
In all actuality, I have been married to my second husband, for A little longer then first husband. My first husband and I, were only married for six years. My second husband and I, were married for six years this past Novemeber. However, we have been together for over seven years. I'm not saying that, one has been entirely easier then the other. Although, this second married seems to be getting easier, the longer that, we are married.
The failure of my first marriage, had many contributing factors. Number one, our young age at the time that we were married. Number two, A child that, my husband was not ready to have. Number three, our finances, were always a mess. Number four, the inability not to get along. I'd go into that further, but I chose not to today. It's all so depressing. The mind has it's own defense mechanisms. One in particular is, the ability to forget tramatic events. Possibly, a little forgivness as well.
I'll admitt that, I nolonger feel the need to be bitter about the whole situation. Why should I care about him, or what happened in the past? I honestly don't care. I just do my best to get along with the guy, for our son's sake. Besides, I'm an adult now, and I don't care. I just have the satisfaction of knowing that, my husband now, has helped me raise my son, longer then his own father did. No that, my former husband isn't part of his life. Not just a big part. The "at home" part, and the "90 percent" part. The part where, he's with us, more then he is with his father.
I just keep in mind that, my husband and I, play a bigger role in his upbringing then his father. Atleast, I have a little peace of mind knowing that. Yet I digress. If you were wondering how long ago, all of this occurred, it was April 11, 1992. Fourteen years, is a life time ago. The last seven have been the very best. The ones that I've spent with my husband. We still have our ups and downs. Although, more ups then downs. That's they way it should be. Ya'll take it easy. Just be thankful for the past, and what it's taught you.
posted by Beth Schofield | 5:15 AM
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