I would like to start this by stating that I am in no way an expert on divorce. I do however, speak from experience.
I have been in my fair share of failed relationships. I was married at 25 and divorced at 29. They call it a starter marriage. I find it hard to believe they have a name for it, but they do.
By 34, I was packing up my 2-year old daughter and leaving her dad. As I said, I have had my fair share of failed relationships.
I had a conversation yesterday that really got me thinking, so much so, that when I went home I forced my husband into one of those highly emotional, crazy conversations men hate.
He talked patiently with me despite the fact that the Stanley Cup finals were on, and I rambled on choking back tears because... well, because I was friggin emotional.
I went on about how exasperated I’ve been with the kids, how hard it is being at work when they are having dinner, the frustration I have felt between the two of us... I went on and on about EVERYTHING!
You know when you were young and you first met someone and you wanted to look all good, so you hardly ate and you ordered salads instead of steak to stay skinny, and then you’d get comfortable and you’d start eating steak... and ice cream again and then you would gain a little weight? Of course you do, don’t be silly.