So, it’s been awhile. It’s not for lack of things to share: I have plenty to share. It’s an issue with not knowing where to start.
Christmas Eve Eve. I’m divorced and I have a child.
When my ex told me that he was choosing other options I took the news with grace, and class (IMHO). I didnt loose my temper, I didn’t display irrational emotion. I calmly told him that I would cooperate with the proceedings, but I asked that he leave Violet with me on Christmas Morning. He agreed that he wouldn’t mess with Christmas.
Maybe he really meant it at the time.
This truth is incredibly difficult for me to swallow. For the first time since I’ve become a mother I’ll wake up on Christmas morning without my girl. I’m thankful for a legal custody agreement that affords me peace of mind. But my idea of fair, in this case, doesn’t match the judge’s idea of fair.
Sometimes I wonder why I chose the graceful response. Why didn’t I ever destroy his property? Why didn’t I confront “the other woman”? Why am I nice to him, and why do I compromise?
Most days I can answer that with an easy “it’s better for my daughter” or “it’s not in my nature to act like a fool”. But my daughter will wake up on Christmas morning with the woman who started a relationship my husband while I was pregnant with her. That’s the kind of situational smut you can find on daytime talk shows and it is *really* hard for me to see how this is good for her.
I can’t control this. But I CAN control how I handle this. (Since my blog is all about my healing and honesty and all of that happy horseshit…. This sucks. It’s super hard. I don’t like it. But I will prevail, because I always do).
I gave Violet her traditional Christmas pajamas tonight… On Christmas Eve Eve.