Wow what a week! I swear, it’s been the longest week in history. An emotional roller coaster that up until this morning, I was pretty convinced would end badly for me. I tried to just keep plugging away, to keep trying, keep pushing; and can you believe it? It worked. Now suddenly, heading into the weekend, it feels a bit like the clouds have lifted. The way the light changes just after a storm. When things calm down and everything starts to recover from the turmoil that just swept past.
At work – I had to lay off my entire team. It was such an emotional ride. Lots of tears at the beginning of the week – from everyone, myself included.
Then was presented with a hiccup in the house buying process, and for a moment, I bawled my eyes out because I was pretty sure I was no longer going to get the house. BUT… some amazing attorneys jumped in and helped me get things squared away. And after a lot of running around this morning, I got confirmation from my lender that all is well and that they’re going to try and push for closing next week or the week after.
I’m elated, but I’m also just plain exhausted. This week has certainly been incredibly taxing. I get the joy of spending the weekend at my Dad’s. I’m looking forward to doing a bit of relaxing. Although, truthfully, I should be spending the time packing and getting everything squared away, I just don’t think I have the energy to do it.
That’s ok – I’ll focus on all of that next week, with fresh eyes and a fresh outlook. I can breathe easier, and maybe even get some good sleep, knowing that all that I’ve been working towards, this journey I started down so that I could provide an even better life for my kids… it’s working out the way I’d always hoped.
I try and remember that for every win, someone must fail. There is always balance in life. I have experienced many fails. It feels lovely to finally win.
Goodnight Neverland, hope you all are well.
Wow what a day I’ve had. Much of it was spent being screamed at. The ex. You see, it is his weekend to have the kids. And it dawned on him this week that he didn’t want to give up his valentines. He asked if I’d keep the kids. I had plans and said I couldn’t change them. He FREAKS out. I’ve heard guilt, yelling, and mean remarks about when we were married. He’s roared at me, and spun it around in such a way that I felt guilty. As if I hadn’t communicated that it was his weekend, even though I know I had, many times. I finally caved and told him he could bring my son home tomorrow afternoon. I asked if that meant he’d be taking them next weekend instead. He says no, it’ll be my weekend. I reminded him that will be 3 weekends in a row and he freaks out. I’ve just had it. I’m sick and tired of all of it. I still pay his stupid phone bill, I’ve paid 40K of OUR debt this year and he hasn’t contributed a dime. He’s shown up a few times with medical bills for my little one for me to pay. The last one I just told him… Figure it out. And now, I have had to change my plans for valentine’s day just to accommodate him and he can’t even be nice about it.