The Next Step

I promised I was going to blog more.  Huge fail.  In my defense, I've been very busy.  Honest.

In the last month Peanut finished his kindergarten season of soccer, Peanut's dad and the Gentleman met, I celebrated Mother's Day, I ran my first 5K of the year, the Gentleman and I decided we would move in together, and I went camping for the first time.  Not necessarily in that order, however.

Yes...you read that correctly.  Peanut and I are moving in with the Gentleman.  

A very lengthy conversation took place and when I mean lengthy, I mean 4 days.  Pros and cons were weighed and Peanut's feelings were the main deciding factor in all of this.  Granted, we've only been together for a little over six months but realized if it's going to happen eventually, why delay happiness?  The happiness and love I have with the Gentleman is unlike anything I have ever experienced before.  Knowing that he also genuinely loves Peanut makes it that much better.

Peanut's dad is totally accepting of the situation.  I had expected an argument and was completely surprised when he said "I just want you to be happy."  Peanut is ecstatic; every day he asks something like "will a U-Haul truck come?" or "can I help paint my new room?"

Over the next few months, I will have so much to do and I will try to blog when I can.  Peanut's birthday and kindergarten graduation are within the next week.  I need to pack up a house that I've lived in for seven years and also find a new job.  I need to register Peanut for his new school, after-school care, and extracurricular programs.  Most importantly...I will be preparing for the next step in my new life.  I've waited a long time for this happiness and have finally found it.

It Will Be Better

I've been slacking.  Big time.  Lately, I've been starting all of my posts with that and I truly apologize.  

I started this blog for my own therapeutic reasons.  I was getting divorced at the age of 30 and felt so alone.  I felt like no one could really relate to what I was going through but I needed to get everything off my chest.  I started blogging about the sad parts of my life.

I slowly learned I wasn't alone.

I learned that there were many other women out there who were scared like me.  Women who were scared to leave what others deemed a happy marriage.  Women who were scared to become single moms.  Women who were scared to start over again.

I slowly learned it's not so scary.

It hasn't always been easy but it got easier.  And as it got easier, I started blogging less.  I stopped blogging as much because I felt like I didn't need the therapy of writing.

But maybe someone needs the therapy of reading.

Maybe someone out there needs to know that life after divorce does eventually get better.  It gets better when you find happiness within yourself and not from anyone else.  When you find that happiness by yourself, then you can see if you can find it with another person.

 

I believe I've finally found that happiness with someone else.  I found it with someone when I wasn't even looking for it.  It's the kind of happiness that I've never had before.

 

You know how you can just look into your child's eyes and be overcome with an unexplainable amount of love and happiness?  That's how I feel when I look at the Gentleman and I've never felt that with another man before - not even Peanut's dad.  

So I need to blog more.  I need to share the happy parts of my life and not just the sad ones that I have overcome.  For those of you going through divorce or are becoming single parents, I need you to know...it will all be better eventually.  Maybe not tomorrow.  Maybe not six months from now.

But eventually - it will.

Family Time

I checked an item off the relationship bucket list - first vacation.  It was only for a long weekend and the Gentleman's family was also there (Peanut was with his dad) but let me tell you this: a) a long weekend in Florida is the longest vacation I've had in years and b) I love the Gentleman's family almost as much as I love the Gentleman.

They have welcomed me and Peanut with open arms.  I'll admit that at first I was a little unsure as to how they would feel about me being divorced with a child.  As the months have gone by I've realized they love me and accept me for who am I just like their son has.  The Gentleman's mother is the type of woman that you pray to  have as your mother-in-law.  (Not to jump the gun but she really is).

Peanut and I were lucky to spend even more time with the Gentleman's family for Easter.  We met a few members of the extended family and more than once I was greeted with "I've heard so much about you!"  To hear someone say that made me grin ear to ear.

The only thing that made me happier was seeing Peanut and the Gentleman together.  Watching them hold hands while walking or playing together makes me feel something I've never felt.  Sure, my heart melted a few times when I was still married to Peanut's dad and I would watch them but this is different.  Peanut and the Gentleman weren't born with love for each other.  They've chosen it. 

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The Right Reasons

I think I may have had a small case of writer's block lately. Paired with my wacky Internet service at home (I'm currently typing this from my phone. No fun.) not to mention an injured hand and I have been a huge blogger fail.

But I'm still here and the happiest I've been in years. I'm finally in a relationship for the right reasons. It's not because I want to be in a relationship...it's because I want to be in a relationship with the Gentleman. It's not about not wanting to sit home on a Friday night; it's about wanting to sit home with the Gentleman. It's not about wanting to share something with just anybody; it's about wanting to share my life with the Gentleman. There is a huge difference between the two and I believe that a fulfilling relationship can only happen when you know the difference.

Next week, I'm going on a mini-vacation with the Gentleman AND his family (Peanut will be with his dad). I can barely remember the last time I was on vacation so I'm really looking forward to it. Not only because I'll have 4 days of relaxation but I'll have 4 days with the man that has helped make me happy again.

The best part is that Peanut realizes how happy I am. And he's pretty happy too.

My Least Favorite Day

Today is my favorite day of the week.  Wednesday has become date night for me and the Gentleman since Peanut is having dinner with his dad.  Our date typically only lasts for an hour and a half but I always look forward to Wednesday.

My least favorite day of the week? Sunday.

Sunday is a very bittersweet day for me if it is a Peanut-free weekend.  On one hand, I look forward to Sunday evenings because Peanut comes back from his dad's.  Most of the time, Peanut is happy to see me.  He does have his days where I don't even get a hug and he spends an hour talking back to me and telling me how he loves Daddy more than he loves me.  However, all is forgotten when Peanut tells me that I'm his sweetheart.

Sundays are also rough because I have to say good-bye to the Gentleman.  We've been spending every Peanut-free weekend together.  Typically, I go to his house right after work on Friday and stay through Sunday.  I hate good-byes.  I hate knowing that I have to wait two more weeks to spend a good amount of time with him.  Now that Peanut and the Gentleman have met, we do try to spend some time together on the weekends but let's face it... child-friendly dates aren't exactly the same.  Still fun but not the same.

I have my days where the distance (it's about an hour drive) really gets to me.  I know it won't always be this way but for right now, it is.  I've cried on the Sunday drive back to my house because I wish I didn't live so far away.  But within minutes, I stop crying.  There's no reason for me to be sad because I am in love with a wonderful man.  I dry my tears and smile because he loves me.  And he loves Peanut too.