Is it a sex blog? A mommy blog? A bitch & moan blog? Um, . . . yeah. This is my place to be totally honest. In my real life, I feel like I'm always lying to somebody about something. Here, I am totally honest. Brutally so. However, no matter what bad things I say about my kids, I adore them and would never ever really, say, sell them on Ebay. The husband, often referred to as Spousehole, is another story. Oh yeah - if you are under 18 (or if you are my husband), please leave now.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Update

Kids come back this afternoon. Spousehole is at church - I begged off after a miserable night last night. We had an intense emotional discussion about the breakdown of our marriage and how we feel about it. It ended with me being very glad we've made this decision. It boils down to our vastly different outlooks on life. Spousehole focuses on what we don't have; I am thankful for what we do have.

He sees his siblings and parents being able to afford nice vacations and new cars and big houses and resents that we do not have the financial means to do the same. I see that we have a home with a reasonable mortgage payment, food on the table, cars that we bought used but are reliable, no debt aside from the mortgage and a car payment well under $200 on one car, clothes on our backs, enough money to keep the house warm, etc. Our children are healthy and reasonably happy - I don't think we can ask for much more. We are able to put the max in his 401K at work and maximize the company match, we have health insurance, dental insurance, vision insurance, and a steady income from a stable employer.

I just hope my children can adopt my "glass half-full" attitude over their father's.

2 comments:

Slick said...

Seriously girl...

You're dead on spot. How could you really ask for me? I mean, vacations and extra stuff are nice but not at the expense of sacrificing what you have....

Sue said...

You have the right attitude for life. My ex was the same way and would live in debt up to his eyeballs just to keep up with the Jones'. When you can't go buy a gallon of milk until payday because your payments for all the toys have taken every last dime, you are in trouble. That's how he was content to live.

I have half as much income as I did when we were married, yet I can afford so much more by not living like he did. And I still get my vacations. No, I'm not staying at the Ritz, but splitting a rental house with five of my best friends and just having a blast being in each other's company, beats any uber-expensive cruise.