It’s important for anyone reading this to know that this blog is not “just for women.” This is a human blog. Written by a human that earned clarity through the bottom of my glass of whiskey. I’ll be writing and learning through personal life experience, and through any engagements from readers and internet trolls.
Divorce is Not the Final Frontier
Life sucks, grab a straw…preferably a paper one.
— K Bender
As I begin to write this post I am sitting in a hotel room contemplating how my life has taken a drastic detour from the path I had previously believed it was going to take, just less than a month ago.
Let me start the story by saying I am changing all names to protect the fucked up. Oops, I forgot to warn you, there is swearing, and there will continue to be large amounts of swear words being used through this diary of my life. Feel free to close the page if you are easily offended by swear words, pain & suffering of the human condition, sexual exploits, and general discussion of how women and men “who interact on any level,” “hook up,” “engage in a relationship,” and other various forms of how we attempt to communicate with any other human in the overall approaches in our lives.
So my present life situation begins like any other WTF moment…I recently took a job in which there was a significant pay raise, I work in a nice office (when I wasn’t in the field), and, and here is the most important part, it is a job that I absolutely love. Then, just like a stupid romantic comedy(I’m guessing at this one I prefer Die Hard) ..two and a half months later I discovered my marriage was over. I can say that it is all his fault, and many of my friends both in person and online will agree, that he is to blame. On any given day, a part of me is ok with blaming him, why not, it’s easier to not take responsibility and wallow in the pity others offer, however, another part (the human heart part) of me is not okay with that at all.
Now the why not…
Take a deep breath…I’m not saying I condone anything he may have or have not done, what I am saying is this: It is so easy to say, “I am a victim,” “I can’t believe this happened to me,” and one of my all time favorites, “how could he/she do this.” How many of us have said or thought that we were the innocent victims, being perpetrated on by the man with the long mustache twirling the corners up(you know who you are), or the women who “uses/sleeps with every man she ever dates”(how is this any of your fucking business). I hope right now, my hand is not the only one that is raised…
The low down on what we tell ourselves to make it ok to “blame” the other person is the movie reel we use to justify how we are victims in multiple areas of our lives. Not you? Bullshit. This is everyone. To an extent. It can be used in a healthy protective way, or it can be used to justify being a shitty parent because drugs or men/women are more important than your kids’ needs, or a shitty anything else to anyone else. This is how my tape goes…”OMG, how can they be so stupid, what the fuck, how many times do I have to say what I need or needs to be done!” This can be applied in all settings and towards myself…you know why. When the real problem, at least when this is directed towards others, is that I have placed an expectation on them that I know has the possibility of not being met.
I was recently challenged on the sincerity of “not setting/having expectations” claiming I was using them as a defense mechanism to avoid being hurt…yeah I know. However, I explained my use of this is methodical to not physically harm others and to not sit in emotional despair and disappointment of the humans that I interact with in my life. (Cause I need those humans.)
What I TRY to do instead of that blaming shit…
Take perspective of where I have possibly set a bar. How this works for me- if someone says they are going to do ANYTHING for me, I prepare myself for the possibilities. I play the outcomes out in various ways that have many different endings that may or may not lead to me being pissed off, feeling like a victim, or worse-being taken advantage of, a.k.a feeling vulnerable(ugh).
A recent example of how this worked and went well-I made a plan to meet up with a girlfriend at a local bar. In my experience and others that have shared their own to me, this person would have and could have flaked. (She didn’t because she is a warrior) However, not only did she show up, but, she was so much fun to be around. We laughed and made fun of people…have you been to a bar lately? We bonded. Score one for the feels. But I had my plans and scenarios ready…
An example of how this did not work well-and now the story has come full circle-the DIVORCE. I don’t blame him. I don’t blame me. It happens. Could we have done stuff differently to rescue the marriage? Maybe, did we? No. Not because it was intentionally (that we can use blame for), but because sometimes things happen in small little steps that we cannot see are even happening. However, if you were GOD or some weird stalker you could see. We could not. So we couldn’t fix it. I tell myself that we are bad at our marriage (I’m not good at it at all I think) but we are amazing parents. So although we have failed at our marriage, we can rock at being parents and working together for them. I cannot wait to see how that works…kidding.
As I continue to write about various sensitive matters I will include tidbits of our relationship and how we evolved to this point…however, blogs are not meant to be very long as people get distracted easily by shiny objects.
Digest this, wrap your head around the swearing and self-efficacy and get back here…really soon cause I have been told I have a lot to say!



