Tuesday 16 May 2017

I saw sparks...

Hello you lovely people!
So this past month or so has not really treated me well. I guess this is where i go into all of the why's and what for's.
Many of you who read this blog know me personally, whether you are my family, friends, previous colleagues, acquaintances...a lot of you have crossed my path at some point on this crazy journey called life. There are also many of you who have never met me. You don't know what my laugh sounds like, or where i grew up, my interests or my morals. You essentially know what you read on this blog. This is exactly why i spend such a long time carefully planning what i say and how i say it, as what i write on here isn't just a passing comment, forgotten minutes later. What i write here can be seen by anyone, anywhere in the world at any time of the day or night as long as my blog remains live. So when i talk about negative things, i hate the thought of people thinking i'm a negative person. 
So then the question is, how do i talk about the past few months while remaining my usual happy go lucky self? 
I find the answer lies in where i focus my attention. 
I find writing about the negatives helps me to let them go. It's really cathartic. Then i can move on and focus much more on where my life is heading.

So...here goes.
Lee got married.
Yes. My ex, Dexter's dad, My fiancé up until 7 months ago, the person i was convinced was the love of my life, got married. 
I mean, my Macbook password still has his name in it. My personal email address still has his name and surname in it. I suppose it just felt weird getting rid of them, almost like our relationship never existed. It's barely been half a year, so i suppose it just never dawned on me that he would do this so soon. I mean, how well do you know someone after a few months?
Or for that matter, how well do you know someone after four years?
But here i am, 7 months and around two weeks to the day that he told me he was going to live on his own for a while. Needless to say, he didn't live on his own at all.
But do you know what confuses me the most?
I have known him for around five and a half years, been in a relationship with him for four, engaged to him for three and a half...and i have never seen him cry as much as i have the past 7 months.
When he is frantically telling people he is the happiest he has ever been.
Some people believe him. I have read absolutely horrible comments about me by people who have never met me and who don't know me at all. About how i must have made him so unhappy and about what a horrible person i must be. Even some calling into question how good a mother i am. 
I think this is why, even now, i still get choked up when my ex mother in law gives me a cuddle or when my ex sister in law tells me how well i'm doing. 
I surely can't be horrible after all? 
What's terrible is that because of these comments, i spent a long time questioning myself. I would sit and wonder why they thought these things about me and what i could do to prove that i am just a normal girl who had a baby with someone she trusted implicitly and got her heart broken.
But you know what?
I don't need to prove myself to anyone.
The past 7 months have been difficult enough without dwelling on who said what. 
I am slowly but surely coming to terms with the fact that there may always be songs i can't listen to without crying, places i can't visit without reminiscing, people who will always give me funny looks because of their unfounded and entirely irrational negativity towards me and movies that will always take me back to cosy evenings in bed, laughing hysterically while feeling safe in the knowledge that this person is definitely my person. 
While scrolling through Facebook this week, i found a meme which read; 'Being in love is handing someone a gun, letting them point it at your heart and trusting them not to pull the trigger'.
That really resonated with me.
Part of me is still so sad, so full of hurt and disappointment. The pain in my chest is still there everytime Lee's name is mentioned, but i can feel it diminishing ever so slightly with each passing month. I still can't look at him without wondering what i did that was so wrong that he would do this, knowing i would cry myself to sleep, knowing how i struggle to trust anyone and ultimately knowing how much i trusted him. I suppose i'll never really know.

Lee leaving, however, made me look at my role as a mother. I was now, suddenly, on my own and in charge of the future of a little boy who relies on me. I thought about the message i was sending my son by moping around and dwelling on a situation i simply had no control over. 
I got help for my anxiety and depression.
I enrolled at college.
I looked into university.
I enquired about nursery places for Dexter.
For the first time in a long time, i was relying on myself and my own ability to shape not only my future, but my sons future too. 
My dream is to make Dexter proud of me. I want him to grow up knowing that no matter what situation is thrown at his Mom, she fights back and turns a negative into a positive. I want him to know that everything i do, i do with him and the end goal in mind.
One day, i want Dexter and i to be tearing down the 'For Sale' sign in the front garden of our new house.
To bring in all of the boxes, slump on our new sofa and say 'we did it'. 

So in September, my journey to becoming a midwife begins. And although i am asked so often about why i chose that career path, knowing it's not the most glamorous, i know that the day i became a mother is one i will cherish for the rest of my life. Being a part of that story on a daily basis for other new parents will be an absolute honour.

As bittersweet as this journey is without a partner to share to with, i have found inner strength that i had no idea i even had! I suppose i just hope that Lee and i are able to focus on co parenting Dexter to the best of our ability and work together to make his childhood as wonderful as he deserves it to be.
As for me, I just can't wait to wear my cap and gown 💗

Lots of love,
Laura Xxx




Tuesday 3 January 2017

Single mom dating minefield

Ok, so i'm typing this at 12.30am on the fourth day of the new year and i cannot sleep. My insomnia is driving me insane, but pouring out my thoughts can sometimes help me relax enough to shut my eyes...so here goes.
I loathe dating.
There. I said it.
I am specifically referring to online dating, which i have tried for the last couple of months. The endless, 'who the hell is this guy and why does he keep asking for pics' is an eternal, eye rolling bore. Then of course, the Bridget Jones style sob fest on your own in your pyjamas when you're feeling particularly lonely, wondering if anyone really has ever loved you or if it was all a figment of your slightly warped imagination. 
I've been on a few dates since Lee and i parted ways, i won't lie. I do feel very lucky when i say i've never actually been on a bad date, because every bloke i've dated has actually been very sweet. There has, however, only been one guy who i've been on multiple dates with. 
So why do i hate dating if i've never been on a bad date?
Because i'm a mom, that's why.

I have actually discovered a few things about myself while looking for a potential partner. Some of these being:
1. I like a guy to make me laugh.
2. I am scarily drawn to tattoos and beards
3. I will sometimes talk to guys i don't actually find attractive, purely because they have sick tattoos (i am aware i need help)
4. I have discovered awesome tattoos do not,a personality, make...😏
5. As above but for beards
6. I realise what i actually really need is a guy who is a bit of a weirdo (like me) and has decent banter, but will also be a good father figure for Dexter.

Now when i say father figure, no one replaces Dexters actual Dad. What i mean is, this is very much a love me, love my son kind of deal and it would be beneficial to have a guy around who would genuinely care for Dexter as well as me. This is what's difficult. How do you gauge that from a few dates, a few texts, a few phone calls even? It's pretty much impossible. 
I have been on dates with three guys in total, only one of which has taken me out on more than one date. I usually like to date guys who already have at least one child, so that they already understand that my son comes first and they are less likely to be daunted at the prospect that they may one day meet Dex. 
But sadly, this isn't always the case. The first guy i ever spoke to since Lee and i split ticked all of the boxes. He was good looking, witty, had a child, a good job, he was stylish and a little nerdy. He even had tattoos and a beard! We spoke constantly for a couple of weeks, resulting in him asking me out on a date and i was amazed. My little naive heart couldn't believe it's luck. I had found someone i clicked with from the get go! We would send each other little videos talking about our day, or we'd FaceTime and chat in our dressing gowns. I was quietly confident that this was it. Sadly not.
One Sunday morning, exactly one week before our date, i noticed he had unfriended me on Facebook. Then came the unfollows elsewhere, i couldn't believe it. I sent him a text but he'd blocked my number. I honestly felt so hurt, i cried. I felt my heart break all over again. I didn't love him, but i felt so much potential...and now it was all gone. Filled with questions, i sent him a Facebook message. It was naively worded as if he had accidentally clicked 'unfriend', full of 'sorry if...' and 'are you alright'. He read it and i got no reply. About five hours passed and i sent my final message to him, just saying how i wish he would just tell me what i'd done wrong, but that i won't bother him again. He read it...but i never did get my reply. 
Back then, i judged him by my standards. A guy who had a little girl couldn't possibly treat someone elses little girl badly? A guy with a daughter would treat a woman how he would want his daughter to be treated in the future, right? Wrong! This is exactly why i hate internet dating, it's so easy for people to flit in and out of your life at any second, and there's absolutely nothing you can do at all to control it.
It has happened to me a couple of times since, but it just goes over my head now. It's like i've become hardened to it because it's the norm in the online dating circles, but it's making me bitter. 
I feel like i've gone from being naive and believing in love, to thinking everyone i speak to is a jerk until they prove otherwise, and i hate it. I can't blame this entirely on the dating, but also on past experiences too. However, i am thinking of just giving up on it, at least for the foreseeable future, and focusing on Dexter and i. If in the meantime i meet someone, that's obviously a bonus. I just hate the thought that this could actually make me very cynical about men and love in general. 

And just to think five months ago, i thought my life was finally happy. It just goes to show that none of us know what's in store for us, good or bad. 

until next time...
Laura Xxx