I live on my own with my two beautiful children. I love it. I love having our own space and I love having our established routine. We all look forward to it and it provides the consistency and security the children and I have so desperately needed these past few years. About twice a month we jump into what feels like someone else’s life. Trying to be a big happy family, mothering an extra child, trying to cram in all our normal weekend activities while still attempting to connect with my spouse and caring for my own children’s hearts as well. I stress about my finances, trying to make sure I’m set up to do it all on my own in case anything changes with child support or in case something changes with my relationship status and I’m left to do it alone. It’s a lot to process. It feels like everyone just assumes everything is all good and I’m fine. I’m not fine. I’m overwhelmed. I’m stressed and frustrated. I want to be able to rest and I don’t g...
It’s Christmas Eve! Sitting here on my couch pondering where we’re at right now. I can hear my babies in their rooms, watching cartoons on their tablets while I have my coffee and devotional time. A year ago we were on a very different parenting time schedule than we are now. They would go to their dad’s house for an entire week, then come to my house for an entire week. Over the past year the schedule has gradually changed and now they just go to their dad’s for one day/overnighter every other weekend and I have them the rest of the time. Most of the extra holiday time they would normally spend with their dad, they end up spending with me. I can’t deny the anger and heartbreak I’ve felt for my kids. The way they’re being pushed away makes my mama bear want to come out and hurt somebody. It’s much harder though for me to see my daughter’s anxiety eat away at her when it’s time for them to visit their dad. I wish we were in a place that confronting him on it was possibl...