I've always been told that my standards are too high. That I'm too demanding... I started to believe it. Maybe I was. I've been told that I have an idea in my mind of a man who doesn't exist. But then I also realized that my standards are high, but not unrealistic.
I believe this to my core. Everything is just preparing me to be who I need to be so when that person comes into my life, I'll know how to love and appreciate them. Have you already found said someone?
I have to admit I'm pretty proud of myself. See, when you're going through a break up, a small part of you wishes you could get back together. Even though I know this is for the best... It's like there's a disconnect between my brain and my heart. My brain logically understands this is the best thing for everyone involved. My heart feels otherwise.
I was overcome with sorrow. I suddenly felt overwhelmed and genuinely bad for myself. I kept thinking, I know that I have what it takes to raise three girls on my own, but I don't want to. This isn't what I signed up for. This isn't how things were supposed to go.
I saw this quote on Instagram and it's stuck with me. Whenever I'm going through a rough time, I remind myself of this truth. Today I just wanted to share it with you in case you need the reminder or find yourself needing it at some point down the road. Remember, no matter what you're …
You see, I don't hide my tears. I cry when I feel like crying and laugh when I feel like laughing. I don't think it's healthy for them to think I'm a super woman. To watch me go through a painful breakup yet hide the reality of the experience. That's giving them a false sense of what it's like to be an adult and a woman. I don't want them to think that means you never hurt, struggle, or cry.
I want to mourn this loss so I can realize that often times, it's the very failure that puts us on the path to success. Because that's what this feels like right now- an epic failure. But I can't dwell on that because even though it wasn't all good it wasn't all bad either. We had some good times together and I can't help but believe we served a purpose in each other's lives (even though it wasn't what either of us thought).
Whenever my girls are playing or helping my step-dad in the yard and get hurt, he'll comfort them and always says, "It'll only hurt until it stops hurting." -My step-dad That always annoys them but makes them laugh at the same time. That's where I'm at right now. I know that the emotional pain I …
As silly as it sounds, division of household labor is something that has been a struggle. Battling the reality that as a working mom, I can't live up to the expectation of keeping a home the way my stay at home grandmother did as a homemaker. The reality is, I know what comes with running a household but I have no desire to be homemaker hence why I choose to work. I have this silly notion in my head that being in a two income household, that means that the brunt of the household labor shouldn't be on one partner. If that's the case, it's really not much different than being a single work from home mom...
I wanted to make it work at all costs. I tried everything I could. Until I knew I was holding onto the fantasy of what could have been instead of accepting the reality of what was. We went back and forth on what to do. Whether to stay or go our separate ways. But in the end it was clear, the best thing to do was to walk away.