Today is the first day of the rest of my life....

Happy for me, sad for my kids.....getting out of my marriage, getting on with my life.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I forgot to add - over 10 weeks smoke free!!!

TOOT TOOT TOOT <--- that's me tootin' my horn.

This Friday, it will be 11 weeks since my last cigarette. Can you believe it? If I thought I could have one and never have one ever again, I would. I'd love one. But I know I can't. Maybe someday I can....but I'm not going to risk it. I was like that at one time....I'd smoke a cigarette and go years without another. I just think of how much money I've saved (cigs are over $5 a pack here, which I know is cheap compared to other places but wasted money no matter how much they are!), how I don't smell bad anymore (I HATE the smell of cigarettes on clothes and hair - ick), I'm not wasting time by having to go somewhere to smoke since I didn't smoke at home.

Switching things up a little bit...and what's up with me

I decided I miss blogging. Even though much of the turmoil is gone from my life (there's still plenty left, believe me!), I still have a lot to say. I've changed so much so decided it was time to change some things on my blog too.

I have taken steps to get out of my marriage....really get out, not just say I'm going to do it. I went to see my attorney in early February. I filled out all the forms necessary to file for divorce and paid him almost $3000. I'm doing it. He has everything ready to file.....he's just waiting for me to tell him when.

A couple weeks ago, I was ready. I called H at work and told him that I want out. I told him that I'm sick of sleeping on the edge of the bed because I want to be far away from him. I want peace. I am done. He is not. He thinks we can "fix" things. I told him that I don't want to touch him, I will never want to touch him and will NEVER trust him. I don't hate him (though I should, and I wonder why I don't?) but I don't love him. H started sleeping on the couch.

The following week we got some very sad news. Our much loved, very spoiled, very sweet dog - G - has cancer. She won't live long. There's nothing we can do. We will just try to keep her as comfortable and happy as possible then let her go when the time comes. I was heartbroken to hear the news. I knew G was very sick....she hadn't been well for close to a month....but I had hoped it was something fixable. She's been a wonderful, loving, and faithful member of our family. She will be missed terribly.

So now....after all these months and months of excuses that kept me from taking the plunge....I have a very real roadblock. My kids know that G is dying and are very sad about it. If I knew she'd live another 4 or 5 months, I'd tell them about the divorce now. But I really don't think G will last that long. So I plan to wait a little while after she passes before I get out. I don't want to pile the heartbreak on all at once. :(

I have been seeing my therapist again and plan to discuss this with him at our next appointment.

For now, I am taking care of G like a sick kid. I cook for her,.I sleep with her on an Aerobed in the family room every night so I can let her out several times during the night (she drinks a lot of water and has to go out A LOT).

It's so weird to me how I feel done. How I don't wonder what he's doing quite honestly I just don't care. I feel almost thrilled at times at the thought of starting a new normal, one without him. But I do feel bad for my kids. It's so hard to face hurting them.

Thursday, January 14, 2010


I got a book at the library last week that I've read reviews of in several magazines and newspapers. It's called Perfection, by Julie Metz. It's about this woman whose husband dies and she finds out after he's dead that he's had affairs with 5 other women, one of them a friend. He is basically a pig. Originally, before I actually read the book, I thought they'd had this perfect storybook marriage and all she found out after was a total shock. I think she was shocked (I think it would be hard not to be shocked, even if you KNEW your husband was a pig) but their marriage was far from idyllic. He was a jerk.....and he is sometimes eerily similar to another jerk I know.

The end is coming very near here, with MY jerk. I despise him at times, tolerate him at others. I really think he'd go on like this forever just to maintain the status quo. So it's really up to me. There are days I come THIS CLOSE to saying "I don't want to be here anymore" but I think about my girls and it just about kills me. I know it's inevitable....logically I know what I have to do and I know what has to happen. But the whole thing still makes my heart hurt.

Oddly though....I DO feel better. Life is so much different now that I am not wanting to stay together. I'm not hopeful, only to have my hopes dashed each and every time. I don't give any more chances....because I've given too many as it is and he doesn't deserve anymore. Ever. I don't spend my life wondering anymore, or searching, or verifying, or ANYTHING.

One really really good thing: I haven't had a cigarette in 4 weeks. It will be 4 weeks tomorrow. Before that, I'd smoked since March 2007, so almost 2 years. Not a ton on a daily basis, but every single day I'd say "today is the day I'm quitting". But I wouldn't quit. Then I'd be disgusted with myself. My last one was on Dec 18th. I never smoked over the weekends anyway, and I was working the following Tuesday - with a friend who would KILL me if she smelled smoke on me, then on Wednesday the girls would be home for Christmas break. My only chance would have been Monday and I decided it wasn't even worth it for just one day. So I gave them up. The girls have been back in school two weeks and I've had ample opportunity to smoke but I haven't. I think I finally passed that point where the benefits of not smoking meant more to me than the fix. I think if I could have one without getting hooked again I probably would. But I don't think that's possible. At least not for a long long time.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

I am such a neglectful blogger :(

I got a comment from Anonymous wishing me a happy Thanksgiving and I realized that I haven't blogged in over 2 months. I'm such a slacker. Actually not blogging is a good sign with me. When my blogs were frequent and rambling, I was in a bad place mentally. I could think of nothing but my mind raced. some ways things are a million times better. Some things are the same. But *I* am back. I am pretty much ME again.

H is still around. But things are so so so different now. For months and months, I focused on him and us and getting away alone and talking and working on nauseum. Now, I worry about my kids and I worry about myself. He is welcome to hang out on the periphery as long as he stays out of my way, but he and our relationship no longer take center stage. I no longer hope that things will work out. I know they won't and I don't even want them to. I want to be left alone. I haven't touched him except for ONE HUG in 6 months. I sleep on an inch of bed with my back turned to him every night. He occasionally tries to cuddle up to me, and that's my cue to get up for the day. Before you say it....I already know that this is no way to live. But as far as taking the final step....I struggle with it so much. Not for myself, but because of my kids.

I know I don't sound happy, but in many ways I am. No longer holding onto that delusional thinking that things will really work out is so freeing. I used to think of the future with just me and my kids as a negative I imagine it as being peaceful and happy. I will get there eventually.

Friday, September 11, 2009


To respond to some of the comments on my previous post......

.....not running anymore. I had to give it up. I have had horrible hip pain on and off for years, since my last pregnancy. When I was running, it didn't hurt at the time but it sure hurt bad later. Really took me forever to get out of bed every morning and get moving. I had never been to a chiropractor before and was a little leery of them, but a friend recommended a really good one so I decided to give him a shot. He recommened no running until I get this figured out....and he actually doesn't recommend running for anyone over age 25. !!!! I would still like to get back into running a couple miles a day. Quick and effective. So we'll see. He said he could have me all fixed up in maybe 6 weeks. In the meantime he doesn't even want me to walk for exercise....he said he'd prefer biking or swimming. Neither of which appeal to me.

I am trying not to beat myself up for not taking action on what I know I need to do. But I also know that I WILL do it. I try to imagine if there are any circumstances that would make me change my mind....and I really can't think of any except perhaps terminal illness (God forbid) or some kind of major financial disaster or something....I don't know. My mind is made up.

I am not getting sucked back, which is what has happened in the past. Not interested, won't allow it, won't even allow an attempt at it. So I'm definitely in a different place mentally than I have been.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I'm alive!!!

In case you were afraid I wasn't....I thought I'd better check in.

I'll get right to the point. I've decided to get out of my marriage. Now...keep in mind that it took me over a year to come to that decision. Who the hell knows how long it will take me to actually DO it. I feel like I am perched on the edge of a cliff, just waiting to leap....and I just can't do it. I feel like if someone would just give me a shove, I'd fly....I'd soar....I'd be taking that leap.

What's holding me back is my kids. It's not him. I don't want him. I don't love him. I don't even like him anymore. We are nice enough to each other but I don't want him to touch me, I don't want to go anywhere with him unless absolutely necessary or if it's with the rest of the family. I just think about my dear, sweet kids....and how their whole life is going to change. It's really awful.

Had an interesting thing happen on Sunday. I went to Sam's Club. Turned into the frozen aisle and saw HER. She had parked her cart about 3/4 of the way down the aisle and apparently walked ahead to look at something. She walked back to get the cart, and she saw me before I saw her. When I noticed her, she was already looking at me. I didn't turn away...I deliberately stared at her but didn't do anything else. She grabbed her cart and hightailed it out of there. She was with someone else who was not her husband, so it wasn't like she could up and leave the store. Saw her a couple more times in the store then in the parking lot. I am so glad I didn't have my kids with me. I don't want her looking at them, as stupid as that sounds. I told H about it the following day. I didn't tell him when I came home because if he got crappy about it I would most certainly go off on him. He didn't really say much...what could he say? But later he sent me an email asking me what his reaction was supposed to be to that. I said whatever the hell he wanted it to be. What a stupid question. So today I asked him if he thought I shouldn't have brought it up....and he said he didn't understand why I even told him. Huh? is amazing that I've never seen her any other time....but still, it is a fairly noteworthy event. It would even be traumatic to some....and I think if I still cared it would be traumatic to me. Just another example of the insensitive ass I chose for a husband.

On a brighter note....I'm taking a weekend trip to NYC in about 6 weeks and cannot wait! I'm going with a friend and her 19 yr old daughter. Should be fun!

And on a weird note.....the PI I hired to follow H last year? He's been emailing me and asking me out for coffee. Not really quite sure how to take those invitations.....I'm pretty sure he's married....but I've chosen to just ignore them.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Born to run...that's me :)

Ok...born to run is a little bit of an exaggeration. But I got this wild idea a few weeks ago that I wanted to start running. So I found information on line about the Couch to 5k program. You're supposed to be able to run a 5k within 9 weeks. The program starts really slow and you increase your running time and distance every week. I am on week 4 now. I never thought I'd say it...but I actually rather enjoy it. Sometimes I have to say to myself "I CAN DO THIS" over and over...and over and over and over. Funny how that applies to my running and my life. I can do this.