Things Are Looking Up
I feel good these days. Maybe it’s too early to be feeling good, but I can’t deny it and I don’t really want to.
I’ve been keeping (very) busy, trying to focus on being productive at school, caring for Caroline, and re-decorating my apartment. The evenings are when I feel the most lonely and sad, after Caroline goes to bed, but I have more than enough to do to keep me distracted. I put her down around 7, clean up the kitchen and pick up all her toys, do a load of laundry, get food ready for both of us for the next day, pack her daycare bag, prep food for the next day’s dinner, and take a shower. By the time I’m done with all that, it’s usually about 9 and I study if I need to, or just watch TV, read, or play on the internet and go to bed around 11. We both get up around 7 and we’re out the door with all our stuff to get to daycare by 8.
I’m not going to pretend that it’s all easy and fun, being a single mom in dental school. But it’s pretty manageable as long as you have a plan and a system. When I have an exam or if she’s sick or teething, things start to fall apart a little bit, but I can generally handle it. Tyler wasn’t here this summer and had taken a lot of trips before that, so it’s not really anything new… just more official. And once he gets things set up for her at his place, he’s going to have her every other weekend, so I will have some time to myself to go out with friends, sleep in, or whatever.
Anyway, I’ve been feeling good. I was reorganizing my bedroom closet last night (the empty half had been getting to me a little bit) while listening to music and I just felt… strangely happy. I’ve wanted a different life for much longer than I have admitted it to myself. And now I am getting it, and it feels really good. I feel like I shouldn’t feel content like this, that it’s too soon. But I do, I feel satisfied with what I have and hopeful and excited for the future that I know is eventually coming.
People judge me for what I’ve done here. I knew that they would and I know that they do. But that’s okay. I refuse to live my life the way I was half-living it. I can’t wake up every day wishing I was somewhere else. My husband didn’t deserve that either. This process is hard and it’s awful but it will end with a better life for all of us. Someone said in my comments last week that it’s better to be from a broken home than living in one. And isn’t that the truth.Add a Comment