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June 07, 2006
The Divorcees
After my divorce I went through the I-am-never-getting-married-again stage. It took a while but in time I came to my senses and realized that I could not hold every man accountable for the shitty way my marriage left me thinking and feeling. So then I stepped into the I-will-marry-again-one-day but it quickly transferred to the but-he-can't-already-have-kids subdivision, which quickly was upgraded to a-man-who-has-never-been-married-before department.
I had convinced myself from observing those around me that I wanted NOTHING to do with baggage from a previous marriage. Mine was enough and I certainly didn't want to help tote anyone else's bags around.
I was steadfast in my determination to not get involved with men who may have been married before and those who had children from previous marriage(s). I especially gave wide birth to those who had kids but had never felt they needed to marry the mother either.
My pickiness good sense left extremely slim pickings in the single men category. That was perfectly okay with me. However it didn't take long to realize that most of those men were only interested in tiny blondes with big boobs and no sense at all. What was left wasn't much to write home about. It was my experience from those I met that women with children were not a top choice either but if you were only interested in some recreational sex then you were a red-hot commodity in the single world.
No, thank you. You have to marry this cow if you want milk. I don't give nothin’ away.
So being single again, with children, living in the boondocks, not putting out and not caring to be a Sometime Sunshine for a good ole boy, left me sitting at home a lot on Friday night date night. Saturday night, too, if you want the complete honest truth. Sunday nights as well if you want the brutal truth. Which really was no big loss to me anyway.
I just hated the looks from other single people. I also hated the thoughts I could read on their faces with them thinking pathetic thoughts about me rarely having a date. That was okay, too. I would rather be dateless than stoop to the I'll-go-out-with-anyone-just-so-I-have-a-date that many of them did. I shiver thinking how low several stooped just to not be at home on a Friday or a Saturday night.
There are a couple times I stumbled and didn't realize I stooped until it was far too late. I seriously hang my head in shame and hope to god no one ever finds out the complete details of those few times.
I had had enough of all of the varying degrees of single men (and one who wasn't single but wanted to pretend he was) by the time I met Steven that a divorced man with a child from a preivous marriage wasn't such a taboo thing after all.
Today that divorcee and this divorcee are the happy parents of a four month old baby boy.
Life doesn't get much better.
There is breaking news on the internet this morning )and no it isn't that baby picture - let's move on from that old news).
This is big news. This is beautiful news.
OMG is she beautiful. And she has her own newspaper column. Go see.
Go on.
Oh. And it is her birthday. Go party.
Happy Birthday, Lucinda!
This is a big bonus day. Lucinda is posting on Mamarazzi today. Make sure you check her out.
Posted by Angie at June 7, 2006 08:30 AM
Comments
Oooh. And he's a cuite. Good choice.
Posted by: Sarah at June 7, 2006 09:40 AM
He's such a beautiful baby!
I know how you feel about never wanting to get married again after your divorce. I felt exactly the same way after I divorced my first husband. I'm just glad I got over it or I would never have met and married my wonderful husband or had my three wonderful children!
Posted by: Melissa at June 7, 2006 10:15 AM
That baby is cute enough to eat! I don't know how you get anything done; I would be holding him all day long!
Lucinda's news is wonderful, and I told her!
Posted by: kenju at June 7, 2006 10:36 AM
What a cute little love button! Good thing you held out. :D
Posted by: InterstellarLass at June 7, 2006 12:43 PM
Your son just radiates pure joy. After a certain point you would have to wonder about a man who had no baggage. Just goes to show you where stepping stones can lead you.
Posted by: Hope at June 7, 2006 12:59 PM
Yeah, me and my divorcee have a happy, delightful 7 month-old. I still struggle with the baggage myself but the look on her face makes it all worth it.
As does the look on his face. What a delight he is! I'm surprised you haven't devoured those chubby legs.
Posted by: ccap at June 7, 2006 01:03 PM
I'm not sure I've ever seen such a handsome and cheerful baby boy. Kiss him for me.
As for Lucinda--wow! She's such a cutie. I'm very happy for her.
Posted by: MizS at June 7, 2006 03:52 PM
Thank you Angie. I truly belive that divorces are blessings sometimes. If my mom hadn't divorced, I wouldn't have had the greatest stepdad in the history of the world in my life... and if my husband hadn't divorced, we wouldn't have our baby...
Great post! And your little boy just gets cuter every day!
Posted by: Lucinda at June 7, 2006 10:27 PM
Angie I am going through a divorce as you know and it is horrible part of me thought wow this sucks and I never ever want to do it again. But I know that I am a good person and deserve to find a man that thinks I am. I want to get married again someday to someone who thinks I am fabulous and have beautiful babies! Thanks for your post I really needed this today.
Steven is adorable I just want to kiss those cute little cheeks and baby thighs of his!
Posted by: kate at June 9, 2006 11:06 PM
she needs help to get over her husband
Posted by: rita at July 2, 2006 11:01 AM