Tonight I’m going to a meeting with some ladies from my church. It’s a group for women who are recovering from separation and/or divorce. I think I qualify. Inititally, I was reluctant to attend and even avoided the mention of it. Why? Because sometimes I’m not so smart. But I’m learning.
I’m the strong one and reaching out for moral support was a foreign concept to me. It felt cliché. And I didn’t want to be cliché. I didn’t want to sit around with a bunch of women bemoaning the loss of my man. (Remember that scene in Jerry Maguire? *shudder*) I didn’t want to be part of a man-bashing clan. I couldn’t see the benefit. After thinking about it for awhile, I’m hopeful. I believe that there could be a benefit to me and maybe, just maybe I have some wisdom to share. Maybe I’ll be able to help someone else. We’ll see.
I really like my church. It’s very pro-marriage and pro-family. And that is awesome but sometimes I feel a little isolated because I’m surrounded by all these happy couples worshipping together and then there’s little ole me. Surely, there were other divorced people at this church. I just didn’t know where they were. I’ll meet some of them tonight.
Speaking of divorce, I had a conversation with my ex-husband yesterday. I do not like having conversations with my ex-husband because quite frankly, he’s an idiot. He’s having issues with our daughter and I think he wanted to discuss them with me in hopes that I would take his side. Sorry. I’m Team-Princess on this one. After a lengthy, pointless conversation which involved the two of us repeating ourselves over and over again, I told him that this is something he has to work out with her. I’m out of it. Blech!
This time next week I’ll probably be at the gym trying to sweat off the pounds and the guilt that come from enjoying my favorite holiday. I’m making Cornish hens, fresh collards, mac-n-cheese, dressing, sweet potato casserole, sweet potato pie and apple pie. Oh how I love Thanksgiving. What’s on your menu?
Enjoy the weekend!