Do you know the meaning of Stress?
Do you know the meaning of Stress? (07/17/2006 11:42 AM)
Was thinking my weekend was stressful then I tried to write a blog and found that maybe the blog thing is more stressful? Getting your thoughts together into some kind of order can be brutal.
Had a pretty good weekend even though, it was truly stressful.
My ex was in town. The last weekend before he leaves for his duty overseas.
Friday night he took us (daughter and I) out to dinner. Then he went to a friend’s house for a going away party.
Saturday he took us out to breakfast and then we went school supply shopping (yea this one in itself could kill a person from the stress.. whoever thought up the 50 different kinds of notebooks & the 150 thousand kinds of backpacks should truly be shot! and we haven't even got started on the shoe thing yet! )
Then joys of all joys we headed off to his parents for a birthday party for his dad. Now I've talked to his parents a lot since the divorce. We still hang out together from time to time, so it's not really a big deal.
But.... I wasn't invited by them... I was invited by my ex- who didn't bother to "warn" them I would be there. Needless to say there were many dropped jaws when they walked in and saw me standing next to my ex-husband.
Thankfully the people who showed up for the party handled the situation quit well and talked to me and accepted me just like I was still part of the family. (This made it nice... but on the same note made me uncomfortable - hard to explain this feeling) It could have been worse had more of his immediate family been there.
At least no one asked what I was doing there. Or the other dreaded question: Are you getting back together? Not that this would be a bad thing... but I just hate that question. If we were is it anyone's business? If we just want to hang out together and have a good time... is it anyone's business? Do they need to know the real reason I was invited was to drive because his Jeep doesn't have air?
So I survived the party... barely. It was really hard watching my ex tell his parents goodbye with tears streaming down their faces, wondering if their "little boy" will be coming back from this trip. It's hard to be strong and give assurance when you see father and son clinging to each other.
Sunday morning, 4:30am, my daughter and I took him to the airport. Now I thought watching him tell his parent’s goodbye was hard. It broke my heart to see him tell our daughter goodbye.
This isn't the first time he's left to go away for a long time in our daughter’s life but it is the first time that it has affected him this much. The "strong" man I have known for over 15 years has softened greatly towards the young lady he helped give life to. I think this is in part because she is now the "center" of his life. They were able to spend the past two months together which has allowed that father/daughter bond to grow even stronger. And she's getting older and that makes for interesting conversations and more meaningful time together.
I was touched when he reached over and gave me a hug goodbye as well and told me to take care of things (I'm sure he means our daughter but I also have the keys to his Jeep! WOO HOO!!!!!)
Because he will be back.
Even though we are not married anymore I still feel like the "military wife". The one who holds it all together while the he is away defending his country. It's really not much different then being a single parent (like I have been for the past 3 years)... but it does put more pressure on me, have to be both mom and dad more now, make sure her spirits are kept upbeat and happy, try not to let her see the news, keep her busy and find good male influences to help pick up the slack.
See... stressful... and you didn't believe me at first... did you?
Was thinking my weekend was stressful then I tried to write a blog and found that maybe the blog thing is more stressful? Getting your thoughts together into some kind of order can be brutal.
Had a pretty good weekend even though, it was truly stressful.
My ex was in town. The last weekend before he leaves for his duty overseas.
Friday night he took us (daughter and I) out to dinner. Then he went to a friend’s house for a going away party.
Saturday he took us out to breakfast and then we went school supply shopping (yea this one in itself could kill a person from the stress.. whoever thought up the 50 different kinds of notebooks & the 150 thousand kinds of backpacks should truly be shot! and we haven't even got started on the shoe thing yet! )
Then joys of all joys we headed off to his parents for a birthday party for his dad. Now I've talked to his parents a lot since the divorce. We still hang out together from time to time, so it's not really a big deal.
But.... I wasn't invited by them... I was invited by my ex- who didn't bother to "warn" them I would be there. Needless to say there were many dropped jaws when they walked in and saw me standing next to my ex-husband.
Thankfully the people who showed up for the party handled the situation quit well and talked to me and accepted me just like I was still part of the family. (This made it nice... but on the same note made me uncomfortable - hard to explain this feeling) It could have been worse had more of his immediate family been there.
At least no one asked what I was doing there. Or the other dreaded question: Are you getting back together? Not that this would be a bad thing... but I just hate that question. If we were is it anyone's business? If we just want to hang out together and have a good time... is it anyone's business? Do they need to know the real reason I was invited was to drive because his Jeep doesn't have air?
So I survived the party... barely. It was really hard watching my ex tell his parents goodbye with tears streaming down their faces, wondering if their "little boy" will be coming back from this trip. It's hard to be strong and give assurance when you see father and son clinging to each other.
Sunday morning, 4:30am, my daughter and I took him to the airport. Now I thought watching him tell his parent’s goodbye was hard. It broke my heart to see him tell our daughter goodbye.
This isn't the first time he's left to go away for a long time in our daughter’s life but it is the first time that it has affected him this much. The "strong" man I have known for over 15 years has softened greatly towards the young lady he helped give life to. I think this is in part because she is now the "center" of his life. They were able to spend the past two months together which has allowed that father/daughter bond to grow even stronger. And she's getting older and that makes for interesting conversations and more meaningful time together.
I was touched when he reached over and gave me a hug goodbye as well and told me to take care of things (I'm sure he means our daughter but I also have the keys to his Jeep! WOO HOO!!!!!)
Because he will be back.
Even though we are not married anymore I still feel like the "military wife". The one who holds it all together while the he is away defending his country. It's really not much different then being a single parent (like I have been for the past 3 years)... but it does put more pressure on me, have to be both mom and dad more now, make sure her spirits are kept upbeat and happy, try not to let her see the news, keep her busy and find good male influences to help pick up the slack.
See... stressful... and you didn't believe me at first... did you?
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