Sometimes I Wonder Why We Got Divorced

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But here I am. One o clock in the morning. Sending him a text about a movie we watched with the kids years back on replay. Why? I wish I had the right answer. I know we weren’t great together. But seeing where we both ended up without each other is kind of heartbreaking.I wish we could have stuck it out through the fights. I wish we could have for better or worsed it. Fought for our relationship.We were very young when we started dating. We both made some very poor and hurtful decisions. At the time neither of us could move past those things.I thought he was the worst and the grass was always greener, for the both of us. Until we got to the other side and not only was it not any greener, the side I chose was brown and dying, and I think sun scorched.I’m not trying to start a relationship with this man by any means. But I’m not talking to him “for th # Options e kids sake” this time. I’m talking to him because it’s helping both of us. We both fell alot harder than we thought we would. I’m hopeful that we can create at least a meaningful friendship again.My very early morning insomnia thoughts. I’ve been very happy being single the past year. Honestly I could get used to never having a romantic relationship again. Call me what you must but I’m going to be thirty this year and I don’t have time for relationship flings. I like relationships that are meaningful. With good conversation. Not a “let’s get drunk and have sex” kind of thing. Maybe it’s hormones, but sex is the last thing I have any cares about right now. I feel like I’ve been saying that for years now. Ha!Thanks for listening to my sleep deprived rambling about nothing real important. Sometimes I think I’m losing it, but aren’t we all in a way?Until next time.</article></body>

And sometimes I think I’m losing my mind.

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It’s one o clock in the morning and I caught myself texting my ex husband. We were together for 7 years. We’ve been separated and divorced for four years now. We got along really well at the beginning of our split, and then he got in a relationship with someone who hated the fact that I was still breathing.

So very long story short we completely quit talking for two years. He hurt me in ways unfathomable with our kids by letting his girlfriend completely shut me out and broke any and all possible contact. That story is way too long and to be brutally honest, right now, way too painful to go through the details.

But here I am. One o clock in the morning. Sending him a text about a movie we watched with the kids years back on replay. Why? I wish I had the right answer. I know we weren’t great together. But seeing where we both ended up without each other is kind of heartbreaking.

I wish we could have stuck it out through the fights. I wish we could have for better or worsed it. Fought for our relationship.

We were very young when we started dating. We both made some very poor and hurtful decisions. At the time neither of us could move past those things.

I thought he was the worst and the grass was always greener, for the both of us. Until we got to the other side and not only was it not any greener, the side I chose was brown and dying, and I think sun scorched.

I’m not trying to start a relationship with this man by any means. But I’m not talking to him “for the kids sake” this time. I’m talking to him because it’s helping both of us. We both fell alot harder than we thought we would. I’m hopeful that we can create at least a meaningful friendship again.

My very early morning insomnia thoughts. I’ve been very happy being single the past year. Honestly I could get used to never having a romantic relationship again. Call me what you must but I’m going to be thirty this year and I don’t have time for relationship flings. I like relationships that are meaningful. With good conversation. Not a “let’s get drunk and have sex” kind of thing. Maybe it’s hormones, but sex is the last thing I have any cares about right now. I feel like I’ve been saying that for years now. Ha!

Thanks for listening to my sleep deprived rambling about nothing real important. Sometimes I think I’m losing it, but aren’t we all in a way?

Until next time.