There IS a Light That Never Goes Out
My most recent years have taught me the hard way about making the best of tough situations. Finding the strength to walk away from a shattered marriage and the once beautiful home that housed it initially zapped all of my energy for use in other areas.
This was particularly a problem when I was on my own with my two beloved girls. At the ages of 2 and 4, children are already, by nature, high maintenance, in the way that they depend on an adult to meet all of their needs, by no means a burden. Throw a divorce into the mix, and a 4 year old can turn downright volatile. How can one expect such a new human being to sort through emotions that have been known to knock a full-grown, “mature” adult on their ass?
Dealing with my own internal chaos while helping her work through
hers was the ultimate exercise in self-control and patience. Luckily the 2 year old was too young to really understand what was going on. As the parent who finally stood up for myself and took leave from a situation where I was not respected, I appeared to my older daughter as the catalyst for destroying her “happy” home and she made sure I knew it.
So I powered through it, and rolled with the punches, and the tantrums, and the meltdowns. Believe me I had my own, but they were usually in the form of stifled screams behind a locked bathroom door. Those moments of solitary “solace”, were essential in reminding myself to breathe and to remember that we would get through this. And we did.
I kept my composure (sometimes barely), and eventually she understood things as well as a 4 year old can in these cases. I flooded my girls with love as I always have and eventually the burning anger was extinguished.
After a while on my own, we agreed to joint custody. Another change. Another heartbreak. Missing my sweet girls when they were away, yet often overwhelmed when they were with me. As they adjusted to having two homes, I adjusted to living two lifestyles. Single mom and singular me. I’m still learning how to be the latter.
My situation is by no means conventional. I work for my ex-mother-in-law. So does my ex-husband; it’s his family business. It used to be mine too; now it’s just weird. He and I never work at the same time, but mixing work and family is notoriously complicated. Mixing work and ex-family? Downright stressful.
The mother-in-law and I used to be super-tight. That of course
changed once I was not in allegiance with her son. We still have a mostly decent relationship most of the time, excluding when we reach our breaking points. Mine usually when being criticized on personal matters (i.e. parenting) at the office and hers being my attitude when I am given unwanted advice. I also tend to be viewed as bit of a punching bag at tax time or other stressful moments, to which I do not react well.
How, and more importantly why do I deal with this?
I remind myself constantly that:
a) I am lucky to have a job at all in this economy.
b) My ability to work in the office only twice weekly and do the rest at home allows me to continue my education, thus creating a future escape route from my position.
c) I also have time to focus on other things, like this blog and taking some time to reflect on and better myself ~ friends (endless gratitude to them!), yoga, hiking, dollar movies. Me time.
d) It would be extremely difficult to find another employer so willing to work with my daughters’ school schedules and particularly difficult to find a boss who was thrilled when I had to bring them to the office.
Folks are generally shocked when I tell them where, or more so for whom I work. Honestly, it really sucks sometimes. The distance between my old life and my burgeoning new one is not nearly great enough. But, there is a light at the end of this odd, sometimes dismal tunnel and it’s drawing me closer, like a hopeful moth to a distant flame.
























