Hi Starting and everyone else.
good post Starting.
I just want to say to all the newbies on here,
IT GETS BETTER !!!!!!!!! IT really does.
I've been thinking today about men in our lives and men in general and wondering why it is that we want them and love them so much. It's as though they're this wonderful prize that we need to hang on to at all costs and we're grateful that they are with us.
They're not so special, in many cases they're wankers, in some cases they're vile bastards and in most cases I think they're a bit inadequate and pathetic. We think we need them much much more than we actually do.
It's my first anniversarry of being on this thread. I found it a year ago when I was suicidal. H had left about 18 months before hand after 27 happy years together.
I dreaded the first xmas SO MUCH but the reality was much better than I expected.
I didn't send any cards and a couple of the disingenuous cards that I recieved, I returned to sender.
Christmas is for the children not for us. As long as you've got some nice food, a few pressies, tv, radiators turned up and a smiley face(even though you feel like shit) it'll be fine. It's just one day and I realized that it didn't warrent all the dreading I had done. It was actually really nice. It was just me and dc and a good friend. No H and no family as I don't want them in my life (they still see xh).
I took the dog for a long walk which I thought would be lonely but when I saw families out with strained looks on the faces of parents and fathers who looked disinterested and would rather be in the pub than with thier families it felt ok being on my own.
The first xmas on our own feels very sad and daunting but it's our job to pull our fingers out and make it nice for the kids.
I was SO proud of myself for giving them a nice xmas when my heart had been smashed into a million pieces by my partner of 27 years who left because he said "I want to put myself first".
I gave myself a massive pat on the back and sat with my chocolate orange and a bottle of baileys and thought to myself 'I'm bloody wonderful and f*cking amazing to have got it all together for my DC on xmas day.
We all had a laugh and my roast potatoes were to die for and the hatred and sadness and thoughts of revenge, self pity and devastation, I kept under my hat for a few hours.
Not that it matters crying in front of the DC anyway.
You can do it LC, you all can. Look at Getting with her lovely wonky tree.
All of our husbands left because they were failures. They failed their wives and their children and themselves. They're week and wanky and we don't need them.
When mine left nearly 3 years ago, I thought I would die. It was sink or swim and I decided to swim. He had let my DC down spectacularly so I had to be there for them.
I've propped myself up with whatever it takes to manage on my own. Antideppressants, councelling, self esteem courses, hypnotherapy, and lots more.
It's been total shit but it's got so much better and my relationship with the DC is just lovely.
Hats off to all of you with small dc, you're doing the hardest job in the whole world.
Christmas will be fine, you'll all get through it in one piece.