So, it happened.  The ex is now married and now there is a Mrs. Ex (that’s what I’m calling her).

Mark, my ex, got married on Saturday.  It was also my birthday.  As many of you know, I was trying to figure out whether I should go to the wedding or not.  Our children were in the wedding and although I was invited, my boyfriend wasn’t. 

I decided to go to the wedding. 

Was it the one thing I had been dreaming to do on my birthday? No, but this wasn’t about me.  This was bigger.  This was a huge step in the direction of me being a grown-up.  This was about me being a divorced mother.

You see, my boys were in the wedding.  They were the ring bearers and best men.  Yes, the two of them. Together.  And I am their mother.  How many times do you get to see your kids stand right next to their parent and be their best-man or maid of honor? (hopefully, not a lot of times!).  They were well-behaved little men and I was there to take photos and be proud.  So this was for my sons because this day was about their father, not about me.  No matter what has happened between Mark and I or what will happen in the future, he is their father and they love him.  As a mother, I need to support my sons and the love they have for him. 

I got the boys all prepped for their big act (no pun intended) and then I hung out in the courtyard.  I sat in the last row, although Mark’s family wanted me to sit in the front row!!!!.  I sat through the vows, which were written by the bride and groom and really, they were beautiful vows.  I almost wanted to throw-up, they were so perfect.  So, did I have my moments of wanting to yell “OMG, are you freakin’ kidding me?”  YEP.  Pretty much the entire time I was there BUT I didn’t.  I slipped out before the “I do’s” and came back when it was over (went to the bathroom and texted my b/f the entire time).  I helped my kids with the photos and congratulated both bride and groom.  Bride isn’t speaking to me, did I mention that? (I will save that for another post).

As for my ex, he and his new wife looked very happy.  The best thing about the wedding?  The reception (to which I didn’t go) was outside and the forecast was sunny and mild.  The weathermen were wrong, it was rainy and cold.  He he.

PS:  After the wedding, the kids stayed for the reception for an hour and then went to my friend’s for a sleep-over.  I had a wonderful birthday celebration with the most extraordinary man in the world.