Hurt and pain are inevitable for the divorcee and the divorcer. It’s that unfortunate necessary evil that comes with growth and change. And yes, for most, either parties feel it, whether or not they are the instigator of the divorce. The quicker we let ourselves, the quicker we can grow and move on.
I tried the escape route but I was hit with the reflection of the truth, and the pain seemed more severe. Not to mention the unexpected MELTDOWNS that came at the most inopportune times. Yes, I’ve talked to men (mostly but women too) who were devastated that they couldn’t control the meltdown onset. Sorry, but get used to them; they’ll be your best buds for a while.
Dating wasn’t for this Wacky Ex. Flirting, dancing, drunking, (my word, it speaks for itself) even chatting, yes but dating, uh no. I was never very good at it even when I was in my prime; young, single, hot (hey this is my diary; I can lie if I want to).
I was more comfortable in the tom boy, best friend and confidant, let’s go out and do something “wacky” role. Dating, for me, felt as if I was the wolf’s dinner. Besides, more prevalent, nowadays, young wolves like old hide; quite unnerving to be prey in the eyes of someone who could be my son.
So, diary, what can I tell the peepers? What are the rules for dating in mid age? Don’t know, couldn’t say. There are many books, websites and blogs written on the subject so who am I to reinvent the wheel. Did you really expect some enlightening advice from a Wacky Ex Wife, come on.
But I say, “DON’T rush it.” I’ve already contemplated that in my first post so I won’t bore you. Yes, I know. Since when do I not indulge in repeating myself incessantly? Time and a place, dear diary, time and a place.
~signed The Wacky Ex Wife~