After reading Rob's blog, I felt I had to take a moment to talk a bit more about my first Christmas "after."
In some ways, it's liberating. No more crazy in laws. No more frenzied shopping - overnight, my gift list has been cut in half (along with my income, ha ha ha).
But on the other hand, well, I miss being part of a family. Of course, I still have my kids, and I'm trying to rebuild our traditions for just the three of us. But it's weird and sad and hard. As I go through all the tree ornaments I collected over the years, it's creepy how many of them are of happy families - snowmen families, gingerbread families, angel families. Truly, what was I thinking? Was I trying to compensate for our unhappiness with insipid smiling snowpeople?
I'm still seeing the person I blogged about before, but I really don't know how much of a shelf life this thing has. Or maybe it's just that I'm gunshy, lack confidence and am looking for reasons to end things? I mean, the guy I'm seeing has never even seen "Princess Bride!" Ay carumba! He gets the hook for sure!
This blog is all over the place but I'm coming to realize that's what recovery is...all over the place, one step forward, two steps back. Slowly, I do feel as though all the king's horses and all the king's men are putting me back together again.