Been back and forth and all around the place with work these days. Remember I said that my boss reminded me so much of my Moron?
Should have listened to my gut....
Good news I am one job down and hopefully will never have to deal with him again. Unfortunately I also found out how fleeting some friendships are, especially work ones and those associated with the ole dollar. I am always amazed how many people choose money over people, integrity, truth...
So one job down - but at least I have two other ones. It was beginning to be quite tiring to work all of them. But as a single mom, what can you do?
So I have some really exciting things planned.... so stay tuned...
This last little bit of re-shuffling has taught me I have to go with my gut more, and focus and the things that truly matter to me.
I have a few questions for my readers:
How do you single parents deal with the bread earning/parenting balance?
What has been your hardest hurdle after leaving your abusive relationship?
Do you feel you have a finer tuned Morondar (radar for abusers)?
Surviving abuse and everything else life throws at me...
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Latest Poll
Here are the results of our latest Poll. From the 17 that voted, only 3 of you DIDN't have a child with a Moron....very sad.... but at least we aren't alone!!!
DID YOU HAVE A CHILD WITH A MORON?
Sunday, May 8, 2011
My FIrst REAL Mother's Day at Last...
Awoken by the tiny pitter patter of little feet, and a dive bomb into my bed, then a zillion Happy Mommy's day kisses; I am reminded of my very first Mother's Day, and how vastly different life is, now.
When my Lil Pixie was born, I was so excited to be a mother. It was the most amazing thing I had ever done - and I think I have done a few amazing things in this life...
When the first Mother's Day rolled around, I woke up to an empty house. No note, no clue where the Moron had gone, or my Lil Pixie. Thoughtfulness along with tact and well, a heart, were never things the Moron could ever be accused of by those who truly knew him.
The diaper bag was gone, along with a few bags of my frozen milk (I had enough milk to feed an army). I knew why the Moron liked that I pumped my breast milk... at least he took some of it with him. I could be thankful for at least that!!
Dinnertime rolled around, and still no sign of them. Late that night they came back, her fast asleep. My first mother's day missed - I am sure part of his plans to punish me something or other. Many tears were shed that day.
My second Mother's day we were separated too. The Moron managed to get his court ordered visitation on Mother's day - and once again I was alone on a day that meant so much to me. Many more tears shed.
For many years, this was what I was left with. My being alone on Mother's Day. Even after our huge court battle, he had managed to get his court ordered visitation, flying her across the country, always for this special day. The Moron's vengeance runs deep.
Never once receiving a Mother's Day present, never once hearing those tiny pitter-pattering feet or receiving those award-winning Mommy's day kisses. Until today.
Today I have to work, and was feeling a little down. Down at having to work one of my many jobs today. As a single mom struggling to make ends meet (as I am sure many of you know) I am laboured with working two fulltime jobs, as well as one part time one.
I was having a small pitty party for myself, until I remembered how far I have come. How far we have come. Both literally and figuratively. I have gained my freedom. I have a life again. In some sense, I have been reborn. And although today is a day made up from Hallmark cards and the flower corporations, it does hold significance for me.
And thanks to an amazing kindergarten teacher, I even went on a treasure hunt for an amazing Mother's Day present. In the end, life isn't so bad, and the few hours missed on this glorious day, for work, just helps to fund our freedom.
Hope all of you have a glorious and Moronfree Mother's Day - I know I will :)
When my Lil Pixie was born, I was so excited to be a mother. It was the most amazing thing I had ever done - and I think I have done a few amazing things in this life...
When the first Mother's Day rolled around, I woke up to an empty house. No note, no clue where the Moron had gone, or my Lil Pixie. Thoughtfulness along with tact and well, a heart, were never things the Moron could ever be accused of by those who truly knew him.
The diaper bag was gone, along with a few bags of my frozen milk (I had enough milk to feed an army). I knew why the Moron liked that I pumped my breast milk... at least he took some of it with him. I could be thankful for at least that!!
Dinnertime rolled around, and still no sign of them. Late that night they came back, her fast asleep. My first mother's day missed - I am sure part of his plans to punish me something or other. Many tears were shed that day.
My second Mother's day we were separated too. The Moron managed to get his court ordered visitation on Mother's day - and once again I was alone on a day that meant so much to me. Many more tears shed.
For many years, this was what I was left with. My being alone on Mother's Day. Even after our huge court battle, he had managed to get his court ordered visitation, flying her across the country, always for this special day. The Moron's vengeance runs deep.
Never once receiving a Mother's Day present, never once hearing those tiny pitter-pattering feet or receiving those award-winning Mommy's day kisses. Until today.
Today I have to work, and was feeling a little down. Down at having to work one of my many jobs today. As a single mom struggling to make ends meet (as I am sure many of you know) I am laboured with working two fulltime jobs, as well as one part time one.
I was having a small pitty party for myself, until I remembered how far I have come. How far we have come. Both literally and figuratively. I have gained my freedom. I have a life again. In some sense, I have been reborn. And although today is a day made up from Hallmark cards and the flower corporations, it does hold significance for me.
And thanks to an amazing kindergarten teacher, I even went on a treasure hunt for an amazing Mother's Day present. In the end, life isn't so bad, and the few hours missed on this glorious day, for work, just helps to fund our freedom.
Hope all of you have a glorious and Moronfree Mother's Day - I know I will :)
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The universe has a plan...
No matter how random things might appear to you, the universe always has a plan...
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