Yesterday would have been my 10th wedding anniversary.
What can I say about that?
I was 22, I was too old to be dubbed "too young" when I married. I made my choice, I had a baby on the way and I just got rolled away in the moment.
A moment that seemed out of my control. Life snowballed at an incredible rate and being pregnant, I thought it was for the best for baby.
I'm far from a control freak, though I often joke about it as I like to be organised - there is a difference but at the time I felt I was doing it for everyone else but myself. My baby, my ex, my family. Everyone seemed so excited for the first wedding in the immediate family since 1980, I was the first child and first grandchild, first niece to marry so there was alot of excitement surrounding it all.
Excitement from everyone but myself.
I didn't want to be a single mum. I didn't want baby to know his mum didn't try to make a go of it with his dad but I didn't want to keep on living in a hostile relationship.
I've said it before and I've said it again, the only reason I went through with it was because of fear of letting everyone else down.
But hey, that's all in the past. Thank God for divorce eh?
Hi. I found your blog through "Love grows Love" blog. Your situation resonates with me. I had my son at 22 and separated from my ex when he was 4 months. Just wanted to say hi and send some hugs.
ReplyDeleteOMG.. that is so crazy that we knew each other from way back when and it is actually you - the same person from diaryland days! So glad I found you! I will be following you for sure!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you are in a muh better place and are so muh happier now, with all the boys in your life! Thank goodness for divorce!
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