Me: 30 years old. College freshman. Student of yoga. Obsessed with cooking and Hinduism. 50 pounds overweight, but working on it. Co-dependent, but working on that too. Tired all the time.
My son: 2.5 years old. Brilliant. Precocious. Exhausting. Obsessed with Buzz Lightyear, fire hydrants, and jumping in puddles. The great love of my life.
If you wanna email me do so at mesmerize138 (at) gmail (dot) com.
Thank you for writing about yourself, about your ex, about your separation. I’m almost a week into my separation from my husband, and I feel like I’m not alone. Worst part is not knowing if it’ll work out, if we can be together in a NOT messed up way, if we’re done, or . . . And what will happen with our babies, and how we’re gonna live–how I’M going to live and go about life from this point on.
Alone, and lonely, but NOT missing HIS presence in my home . . . Confused.
So, thank you. I’m not alone. We haven’t invented dysfunctional relationships, and I’m not a pioneer in single mothering. There is a path, a muddy crappy path, but a path.
You are not alone. I’m sending you a million hugs, and some hope for clarity. Smooches.