Happily Divorced: Bringing New Adults into Our Child’s Life

I have to say that one of the most threatening aspects of our divorce was the prospect that some other woman might someday claim parental rights – even mommy rights – over my child.  To me being a mom was and still is the most important contribution I will ever make to this world.  How can I bear the thought of that being taken from me?  I agonized over this possibility as Bob began to embark on new relationships.  Of course at the time, it didn’t even occur to me that Bob was facing this issue already since I went straight from our marriage into a four-year relationship with another man.  Shit this stuff is really painful to write about.

I feel Bob’s pain as I type this and the fears I had for our child at that time all over again.  I wish I could have stepped back from the moment to observe the situation with empathy at the time and consider our options a bit more.  But now nearly 19 years removed from these events, while recognizing I didn’t handle them in a way that would leave me with the most resolved emotions, I do accept that it still all had to happen as it did.

As explained in Chapter 10, the first lady that Bob dated seemed pretty shallow to me.  She had big boobs (something I lacked and which Bob desired) and she seemed to care for Bob.  But I had this nagging feeling that she was going to turn into some evil bitch from hell one day.  The thought that this might happen in front of my only son terrified me.  Bob really didn’t seem to wait very long before he introduced this woman to Ian either which I thought was completely inappropriate, unnecessary, and risky.  What if Ian liked her and then Bob ended it?  Ian would be hurt.  What if she was careless?  Could Ian get hurt in her care?  After all, she was not a mom.  What if she physically or mentally abused my son?  All of us know at least one person who experienced this from a step-parent, boyfriend, or girlfriend of a parent.  That would be all she wrote.  I’d have to kill her.  Then I’d go to prison and my life would be over.

Also in Chapter 10, I covered that I chose to wait six months to introduce my first post-marriage boyfriend to Ian.  I didn’t want a constant parade of potential step-parents being put in front of our son.  I wanted to be careful.  I wanted Ian to see that his mom was using good judgment and that I intended to protect him.  And I wanted to find out more about this person before putting my son at risk.  I really wanted to feel like Bob was exercising the same caution.  But all I kept fearing was that he would rush to reestablish the comfort he enjoyed being in a relationship.  Bob just never was much of a loner.  He liked being part of a couple.  I, on the other hand, enjoy solitude and only wanted to be part of a couple to the extent that it enhanced my otherwise happy loner existence.  This all sounds very ironic to me now since I’m the one that went straight into another relationship; but honestly I really didn’t want to do that.  I wanted to take time to be on my own.  Yet, I needed a ticket out of my current situation and going into another relationship, in some twisted way, seemed to justify me asking for a divorce.  After all, I had been telling Bob for years that we were headed for divorce and he would tell me I was stupid or just respond sarcastically, “Yeah, right.”  If I had taken up with another man, he had to believe it was happening for real and accept it, right?  Geez, I sure did find the most painful way to make my point.

Anyway, Bob continued to date this woman for a bit and I continued going to therapy, reflecting frequently on her advice to me that if I believed Bob was a good dad, I’d just have to trust him.  I had to accept it and put my trust in knowing he would continue to be a good father.  Fortunately in my case, I really did believe above all else that Bob would protect our son from any harm – either physical or mental.  He himself had grown up in a situation where his father really didn’t afford him the same concern and I knew Bob would never let that be the behavior his son saw him exhibit.  So with that I released my fears about that first woman and those that followed.

I continued to date “the other man” who also had a daughter a couple years older than Ian.  She and I met fairy soon after that relationship began.  That was her father’s choice and given his odd situation with his daughter’s mom, I can understand why he made this choice.  The couple had an excessively tumultuous relationship with restraining orders, an eight-year long custody battle, withheld visitation, and one instance in which she fled the state illegally with the child moving the two of them to Maryland.  The father had to hire a private investigator to track them down and force her to return with the daughter to Ohio.  What a mess!  So dad had been through a lot to remain in his daughter’s life and I think he really just wanted her to see a man and woman together who were not fighting.

I got along with the daughter well and she seemed to enjoy my company.  After about six months, we felt it was time everyone met.  The daughter and Ian.  Ian and the boyfriend.  Ian was only six years old at the time.  So I didn’t want to make this some big life changing event – at least not in his young mind. I just wanted all of us to get together and have a nice time.  I figured Ian and the daughter might play and get to know each other and Ian might at least become semi-comfortable with the presence of another man around me.  So I planned a gathering of my closest friends to play cards and invited the boyfriend and his daughter to join us.  I asked our friends to make it seem like nothing more than a bunch of friends getting together at mom’s house with a chance for Ian to meet a new playmate.

Everyone arrived around seven or so and we had a lovely time playing cards while the kids played.  And played.  And played.  In fact, it seemed these two were long lost relatives so glad to finally reconnect.  They really were like best friends immediately.  All my friends noticed and commented on how natural they seemed to be together and how much fun they were having – pretty much oblivious to the existence of anyone else.  Finally, the friends left and it was just the four of us.  The boyfriend and I watched a movie on the couch in the living room while the kids continued to play in the next room.  The kids had the time of their lives playing with action figures together and giggling their heads off.  The night was a success and a relief.  Now we could all spend time together and maybe even become a spinoff version of our family.

Meanwhile, Bob dated a few women here and there and then after about 2 years, he met a new redhed.  Her name was Brandi and yes she also had big boobs.  But she also seemed to have substance.  I could tell she cared deeply for Bob and had patience for some of his antics that I simply lacked.  She also had an obvious maternal instinct of her own and clicked well with Ian.  I’m so glad that Bob dumped the first girl with big boobs and kept looking until he found Brandi.  We are all better off with her in our family’s corner.

Happily Divorced – The Real Modern Family

When I typed this title into my book outline, I really wasn’t sure what I was going to specifically write here and even as the words hit the page, I’m not sure where they will take me.  So let me start with this as I think it demonstrates the point…

When Bob’s wife planned his 50th birthday party, she of course included me and Brian in the celebration.  I contemplated whether or not to go for about a half second as I considered seeing all the old softball friends and their wives whom I really hadn’t encountered much in the preceding 17 years.  But just as I’ve always done, I considered the fact that what they thought wasn’t as important as the fact that Brandi wanted us to be there.  Plus, I relished another opportunity to spend time with my son and my beloved ex-in-laws.  So I easily put my brief hesitation aside.

When I arrived at the party, it must have taken me twenty minutes to make it through the venue out to the back patio where the celebration was actually being held as I was greeted by countless members of Bob’s family and friend group who made me feel right at home with all of them.  Honestly, it was so genuine and well beyond an obligatory “hello” or “how have you been?”, but rather, real interest in talking with me and knowing how my life as going.  I hope I returned the feelings of acceptance and interest in them that they afforded me.  It was so comforting to feel so loved by those who for so long I felt I had fallen out of grace with when I left Bob.  See it is one thing to celebrate your child together and for everyone to focus on that.  But when the “ex” shows up at the former spouse’s birthday party, it is because they want to be there, not because it is expected due to parental responsibility.  And it’s true.  I really did want to be there and I really did enjoy it.

As I made my way to the patio, I came upon a poster board full of photos throughout Bob’s life that Brand had created.  Ahead of the event, she had asked me for some snapshots that pre-dated her and I had a supplied her with a stack.  I wasn’t sure how she would feel about including them.  So I told her use what she felt comfortable with and left it at that.  I included pictures that Bob’s mom had given me of Bob when he was in high school and pictures of him with Ian when he was a baby, toddler, and preschooler – all which predated Brandi.  I also chose to include one other picture that probably was the most controversial choice if you were an outsider to our special relationship.  It was a picture of Bob and me together after a softball game when I was about seven months pregnant.  We both looked so happy and young and Bob had his hand on my pregnant belly.  I really didn’t know if Brandi would be willing to put this one in the collection she created for public viewing.

As I scanned the board, I didn’t really look specifically for this picture because I had convinced myself to have no expectation and to harbor no judgment either way she went with that.  But then my eyes locked on it and I was filled with joy when I saw that this particular image made the board.  See, not only did it represent the happiest time of our marriage and of course the impending birth of our only son, who is amazing, but it also was us in the element in which we had enjoyed so much fun with friends celebrating softball wins at the local pub after the game.  I had lost all those friends in the divorce if you will and many of them were there that night.  Having that picture on the board made me somehow feel even more like a part of the celebration – a key orchestrator in the creation of our family 2.0 and a genuine friend… still!  I probably spent more time talking with Bob’s friends that night than I had even when we were all hanging out at the pub after all those games.  I was no longer a person separate from the group who was just tagging along.  I was a member of the group… for that night at least.modern-family-3

As the party progressed, Bob asked that someone “take a picture of his modern family” and grabbed both Brandi and I to pose with him.  It was a really cool feeling and a proud moment for both of us.  I just love my real modern family!

 

Please Judge My Book by Its Cover

I am about to embark on the process of self-publishing my book Happily Divorced.  All along as I’ve been writing and self-editing my book, I’ve tried to apply one of the many valuable lessons I took from my time as a “student” of Wayne Dyer.  That is the notion that we must act as if.  We must visualize what it is we want to manifest in our lives.  Then we must live as if we already have it.  And in doing so, we will see it when we believe it.

In keeping with that thinking, one of the first things I did earlier this year as I started on the path of building an audience and preparing my writing to be submitted as a book proposal, was to print out the entire manuscript and place it in one of those 3-clip folders.  You know… the ones that cost about fifty cents and allow for the pages to be awkwardly turned?  The idea of this exercise being that it resembled a finished book.  It became real to me in the most literal sense at that moment.  No longer was writing a book just a theory.  It was a real thing sitting on the table right there in front of me.  I was no longer just thinking about writing a book or becoming an author.  I was one.  I am one.  And even if the book never gets published or if I have to publish it myself, no one can ever tell me I did not write a book because I have the physical proof that says otherwise.

Of course, no book is complete without a cover.  So about a year ago I did a very rudimentary sketch of what I envisioned for my cover.  Now, I may be a creative sort.  I write of course.  And I had my moment as a local musician fronting an incredibly talented group of musicians in a cover band. I even dabbled with some song writing back in the day.  But an artist in the sense of one who draws, paints, or sculpts, I am not!  Having said that, the image that came to me that day really felt authentic and perfect in its imperfection.  Given the fact I grew up in my mom’s bridal shop, it quite frankly seemed to fit like a glove – or should I say dress?  And with my rough sketch as complete as I was ever going to make it, I placed it at the front of my three-tab folder to give my book a cover.

Now that I will soon be getting a professional cover designed for my book, I asked my stepdaughter to upgrade my sketch to something that resembled the work of an adult.  You can see the product of her efforts above.  In keeping with the sentiment behind this book, it’s nice to have another member of my post-divorce blended family contribute to the effort.  I’d love to hear what you think of it.  Of course, I’ll hire a professional book cover artist to fine tune this image for the final product and make sure it hits the mark in terms of not looking weird or out of place within my chosen genre.  If there are any book designers out there that have an opinion, I’d love to hear that too.

So, will you indulge me and share your reaction to this image as the cover for Happily Divorced? I’d be very grateful for your feedback whether it is good or bad.

Thanks for your time and consideration!

Teresa