The one thing I have learned over the years, my tragedy whether it was rape, domestic violence, mental health issues from the kids, or what ever the case it gave me a tolerance to the everyday problems and I always tell myself, “It could be worse”
I repeated those words in my head a lot this past week. My car broke down, and it cost over five hundred dollars to fix. The plan was to buy a bed for myself since the kids had everything they needed, so this forty eight year old back is struggling to sleep on the couch. (laughing out loud) The washer broke, and all the budget could handle for the month was a seventy dollar compact washer, you have to fill water in one side let it wash then spin it on the other side.
Then Jenny struggled with her bipolar and disappeared. She assured me she was fine by phone, and said she had mixed feelings about being happy in our new home (something she’s not use to). The one day turned into four days, so it put me on a bipolar mood myself panicking inside but keeping things happy for Poohs sake and sanity.
In a therapy session (It was someone’s appointment I forget who said it :)) I was asked, how I was doing. My answer sounded weird but true. Even though I’m alone, I don’t feel alone. I have great friends who support what I have done and they are there for me. I’ve never had that, and it is a nice change. If I was still married, he would have left me hanging. Sad but true….
Yes it could have been worse, I could still be living like I was in the past. But I choose not to. I rose above it and moved on. So this week was small stuff.