My god, what was I thinking?! Seriously?? I know what I was thinking. And at the time, it was right.
What am I talking about? The ex; choosing to have Ben against all the odds; the debt that now hangs squarely over my shoulders and mine alone. And that’s really the kicker. Alone. I never thought this would be only on me. I’d never have thought to think that far ahead. I’d have never dreamed I’d be a single mom, trying to make it in this big bad world alone. Alone. God that word just pisses me off. And it shouldn’t. I have no qualms with being alone. I crave my alone time just as much as the next person. But to shoulder the responsibility of a choice. A choice I made WITH someone else. To tally up the money I’ve put towards paying off that enormous debt put me in a bit of shock yesterday. So far, thanks to several garnishments, I’ve paid just over $30,000. Holy CRAP! And then to tally up what the ex has contributed. $0.00. How much has he contributed to the kids? Same amount. His was fairly easy to tally up, what can I say?
I got my bonus today. I should be jumping up and down and excited as all hell. But when I do the math, 75% of bonus was taken from me, either by the tax man or the garnishment man for Ben’s debts. Seventy Five Percent!!!!!!!!!! That pisses me off to no end. I worked so hard for this. To hit where I am, to make what I do; to have earned this bonus makes me so proud – and to not even see it, is frustrating. It would be one thing, if the ex has helping. If I could look at the debt and know that it doesn’t sit solely on me. But it does. He’ll never pay it. I know this. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand exactly how selfish and uncaring he is. He showed it plenty this weekend.
Logan was over this weekend. Just for an overnight. I’ve missed him, and we had a lot of fun hanging out. But he shared some things with me that were concerning. He wanted advice on how to approach the ex. Apparently he’s tried to talk to him about it previously, but it backfired in his face. I was torn. Of course I want to help him. But I knew that by speaking up, it would put me squarely in the enemy seat. Not a place I like to be in with him. I trust him as far as I could throw him. Not very. 😛 But for Logan, I did it. I don’t regret it, but it definitely took a massive toll on me. Emotionally, physically… I was a wreck afterwards. He said a lot. Refused to hear what Logan was saying. Got defensive. Got angry. Told Logan to talk to the ex’s new girlfriend about this stuff instead. How can I explain that Logan wanted to talk to people who’ve been in his life longer than 5 months? He wanted his father to hear him, and even I couldn’t get him to see or understand that. Of course, it quickly derailed, he flipped it and made it all about what it wasn’t. It took all that I had to keep the conversation on a mature level. The ex would raise his voice, goad me into raising mine. I only slipped up once and when I realized what I’d done, I apologized for raising my voice and simmered instead. The man threw everything at me. My vacations. Ben. My wages. Every button he could push, he did. Every crack or weakness or insecurity he could dig or poke at, he did. Because Logan was watching from in the car, I held it together as best I could. I walked straight into my room, laid on my bed and screamed into my pillow. Cried from a dark horrible place I haven’t done before. I don’t typically have issues with anger or frustration like that. I’d almost qualify this as angry despair. How does someone justify that kind of selfishness? How can you stand there and break your son’s heart for no good reason? How can you erase (or try) the son you had that passed away? Did it all mean nothing to you? Ever? Did I? That’s just it…. I didn’t. Will I ever to someone? Is or was it me? Maybe I’m not meant to have a partnership? Who’d want to anyway? For dating, sure… but long term? I’m not convinced. What’s funny, I walked into the kitchen afterwards, and the bro had a drink poured. It was 11 am. And me, not being a drinker, happily took it and gulped it down…grateful for the burn that scorched it’s way down my throat.
T and I have spent the day cooking with the kids. We both need to save money and stop eating out so much, so in order to motivate ourselves to do that, he brought groceries over and we both spent the day cooking meals we could freeze for later. 2 Lasagnas, 2 pot roasts, Beef Stew, Seafood chowder, and thai peanut chicken were all on the menu. The house smells so good and it was a blast to shop, and cook together. We’ve danced and played with the kids, made faces at each other, had a ton of fun actually. His presence has been a welcome uplift; a vacation away from yesterday’s drama and my stress over my bonus. I’m so grateful to have him in my life.
I’m scared to rely on anyone. I’m very much an all or nothing kind of girl, what’s mine is yours kind of thing but it seems that relationships these days don’t work that way. There seem to be so many rules that I either don’t know, or don’t understand. it’s an auto reflex for me to treat my relationships as I’ve always done. Apparently tho, that’s not how these things work. The person who cares the least, holds the power. How much is too much to spend time together? I’d hate to scare someone away when for me, I am just doing what feels right to me. When do you know to move things forward to the next level? Or do you? My answer to that is to let others pave that path so to speak, they can set the pace, but that hurts a little at times too, when the pace isn’t quite what you’d set for yourself. Sigh. I’m feeling a bit lost. It’s an odd learning curve, one that I’m really struggling to master.
I don’t know what the right way forward is for me right now. I do know that I will figure it out, I always do. I’m independent, will take care of my own. I will learn to stop wanting a partnership and just do for myself. I do anyway – not a stretch to turn the heart off and stop trying to save everyone all the time. The problem is, I am not convinced that doing that is the right thing either. Guess we’ll find out. Much love Neverland. XXO!