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Just had my 5 year anniversary of freedom. My old life seems like a dream, a bad dream…a sad dream.  I don’t recognize the girl I was back then. Fearful, cowardly, spineless.  Willing to please that man no matter how badly he treated me.  The changes in me are not just emotional.  Physically I’m a different person.  I didn’t realize this until I came across some old pictures.  I’ve gone through a total metamorphosis. Emerged a beautiful butterfly that flutters from flower to flower in her garden of happiness.

I’d almost forgotten about this blog.  I’m actually surprised it even has any hits since I abandoned it.  Makes me wonder how many other women are searching for freedom from a bad marriage, or support through a nasty divorce.  I feel for them.  I want to reach out through my experiences and help if I can by honestly sharing my story.

My new life stories could fill a book, or two.  I’ve lived adventurously, with no fear and dived right into life like a child seeing the world for the first time.  I’ve meet the most interesting people, men and women with stories of their own.  I’ve grown into a woman I’m proud to be.  I look in the mirror now and like who is staring back at me.  I’ve learned how to love myself.

Don’t ever give up hope.  Be brave, be strong.  Don’t stay for your kids they will be better off.

I’ll be back soon to tell a few of my stories of my dating adventures 🙂

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After Mr. Idiot moved out and I was alone  for awhile I started spending more time on Facebook.  I was looking for old friends I had lost contact with while I was married and raising my kids.  I was curious too.  Who was married, who was still single, divorced, fat, bald…then I found someone who’s name I recognized from my high school days. An old boyfriend.  Hmmm….he was looking pretty good still.  Was he single??? Yes.  Then the question came…do I send a friend request? Sure, why not? So I did.

 The next day I logged in with the anticipation of a school girl looking for that little red alert that he responded.  Not only had he accepted my request, he also had sent me a private message.  Wow, he remembered me…and that’s how my first step back into single-hood began.  I was not moving forward, but backwards…to a time in my life when I was happy and now I was about to relive some of those experiences, with Mr. Sexy Man.

 After talking back and forth for a few weeks he asked me to send him a picture.  He bluntly asked for a body shot…something sexy, not nude of course but so he could see how I had held up after all these years.  I had never taken photos of myself for anyone, I was treading on new turf…sexy new turf that intrigued me.  I was feeling really good about myself and how my body looked  at age forty-plus so I decided to go for it.  He wasn’t a stranger, he and I had lots of sex as teenagers.

 The first challenge was deciding what to wear.  I wanted to look alluring but not slutty…tempting but not vulgar.  I was going for the Victoria Secret look…so bra and undies it was.  Using my un-smart camera phone was tricky.  Getting the right angle by holding the phone at arms length was sometimes comical.  I decided not to use any shots that showed my face…hey if I ended up famous someday I didn’t want to  have myself plastered in the rag magazines right? Mysterious, Victoria Secret not too-slutty photo shoot was a success.  He loved them and wanted to see more…in person.

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