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There is a difference between what you envision and what actually comes to be. I had a dream of independence that propelled me forward in this effort to free myself of a life I could no longer live, but the reality of the changes I am going through have me so lost and confused. I am living in a new house with a new job and no time for a social life. Stbx is crazy. He is willing to try anything to make me lose my footing and hopefully come back to him. My kids are sad and confused with their new daycare and custody schedule. My 4yo told me last night that she wants to live with her dad and visit me sometimes. Ouch. Yes, I guess I took my kids for granted, expecting them to stand by me regardless of my decision to leave their dad. I've been a SAHM to my girls until last month. I have lived for my babies, nurtured them, loved them more than life. Now I hardly see them and I feel waves of confusion washing over me when I try to figure out a new balance for our lives.
I thought I might date eventually, but I haven't shown anyone my body after children...who else could appreciate the miracle that changed the shape of me? I've never felt shame over my body until now. I guess I need to work the gym into my new hectic crazy schedule. Like I have the time.
I love my new house and my new job. I'm happy with the daycare I chose. But I'm walking on unfamiliar ground, wearing shoes that aren't broken in. My hands shake, even when I think I'm okay. The only thing that is consistant with my old life and the transformation to this one is my art studio. It was my refuge during that disintegration of my marriage. Now when I go up there to paint, the familiarity seems unfamiliar and scary and very heavy with sadness. I don't know if I can keep painting there.
I'm just trying to find a way to identify with myself and my new surroundings. With such a full schedule, you would think I wouldn't feel so empty. Anyone who understands where I'm coming from, please speak up. Tell me this too shall pass.
I thought I might date eventually, but I haven't shown anyone my body after children...who else could appreciate the miracle that changed the shape of me? I've never felt shame over my body until now. I guess I need to work the gym into my new hectic crazy schedule. Like I have the time.
I love my new house and my new job. I'm happy with the daycare I chose. But I'm walking on unfamiliar ground, wearing shoes that aren't broken in. My hands shake, even when I think I'm okay. The only thing that is consistant with my old life and the transformation to this one is my art studio. It was my refuge during that disintegration of my marriage. Now when I go up there to paint, the familiarity seems unfamiliar and scary and very heavy with sadness. I don't know if I can keep painting there.
I'm just trying to find a way to identify with myself and my new surroundings. With such a full schedule, you would think I wouldn't feel so empty. Anyone who understands where I'm coming from, please speak up. Tell me this too shall pass.