tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post7829866065670249066..comments2024-02-23T10:00:32.673-06:00Comments on the happy hausfrau: Christmas Hookiesthe_happy_hausfrauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07372773477740551839noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-22156274785168902442018-04-02T05:04:10.426-05:002018-04-02T05:04:10.426-05:00I feed people (there's history/baggage involve...I feed people (there's history/baggage involved there) as a way of caring for them. I realise that you have you climbed your way out of the funk already, but I desperately want to make tasty things for you. If ever you want the recipe for a hospital visit inducing caramel fudge (yes that has happened, it was that good and my friend was unable to resist), I will be happy to pass on the recipe. It would have to be better than the little circles of sadness that you threw away. <br /><br />I have suffered loss (divorce is loss too), and every so often, I will open my little safe of self pity, and have a good wallow. I figured out ages ago, that locking away my grief doesn't help me at all, and that as long as it doesn't rule my life, and I don't lose myself, that letting myself feel and experience the dark thoughts occasionally, is a way of helping me process them. Its a fairly personal thing though, so I appreciate what works for me, doesn't work for all. Dani Castleyhttp://www.castley.net/datcat/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-70757814466087725832018-02-19T18:05:19.808-06:002018-02-19T18:05:19.808-06:00I would have done the same. Love you and your writ...I would have done the same. Love you and your writing, Jenny.Whitneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07636206212678194409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-39774014993717490452018-01-11T03:06:44.339-06:002018-01-11T03:06:44.339-06:00I love reading your blog but rarely comment, a lur...I love reading your blog but rarely comment, a lurker. Here are my thoughts while reading this entry: Yay, the kids came back home to be with YOU (and fulfilled their duty by showing at what's-his-face's).. and fuck him/her/their fancy new house/the lame bland cookies. In the garbage is where all of them/that belongs. You did good, Jen! Have a great new year. xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-75067985109835188262018-01-04T11:19:08.751-06:002018-01-04T11:19:08.751-06:00Thank you for this post, Jenny. I'm almost 6 ...Thank you for this post, Jenny. I'm almost 6 years post divorce, post financial meltdown, post loss of my house, etc., but I still occasionally slide into sadness and anger. You are not alone.Leslienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-41812829554797731782018-01-03T22:43:50.204-06:002018-01-03T22:43:50.204-06:00Pro-tip: When afflicted with both nausea and inco...Pro-tip: When afflicted with both nausea and incontinence during the flu, have a bucket at hand so you can take care of one problem while sitting down. It's so much more comfortable than having to clean up after yourself. (I'll tell you how I know this if you really insist).Lynn Nnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-46796344042804603102017-12-28T19:52:53.933-06:002017-12-28T19:52:53.933-06:00Oh Jenny. The Holidays are the most popular time t...Oh Jenny. The Holidays are the most popular time to leave the town of "Meh" but it always welcomes you back. Precisely a week before Christmas my eldest son enlightened me that the ex and his wife (demoted from OW) were building a new house. He was bummed because his childhood home was going to be sold.<br /><br />He then went on to lament that my ex bought the piece of land a couple of years ago and it was slated for a retirement home and this summer he inexplicably moved the timeline for moving in to this April. What precipitated the change? Who knows but I know it was an external force because people like him and your ex never change! My ex is trying to keep up the Joneses (real or imagined). Somebody he knows bought some new bobble that he envies and this is the only way he can feel better. I would bet all the money in my 401k this is what happened. <br /><br />For a hot minute I lamented over the fact that I will probably always rent while he builds his dream house on a lake but then I thought how lucky I was not to be living with that bat-shit crazy man anymore. It helps that my kids are adults and spend minimal time with him and tell me virtually nothing. My son only enlightened me with this news because he felt bad about what was going down; not to mention confused that his dad changed his mind yet again.<br /><br />Fortunately, I was able to extricate myself from the land of un-Meh and tell my son that I could understand his angst since my parents put their house on the market this fall. Even though I hadn't lived in their home in more than 3 decades, it still felt weird. He appreciated my point of view and quickly changed the subject. I've been residing back in Meh ever since and you will be too.<br /><br />Our exes love everything material with no substance. That's no way to live.Cheaterssuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12288757018879025046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-54727027862075382822017-12-27T01:48:26.456-06:002017-12-27T01:48:26.456-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12190602206905286329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-3583141763584444312017-12-27T00:22:50.294-06:002017-12-27T00:22:50.294-06:00My friend's ex now owns 2 houses and a condo. ...My friend's ex now owns 2 houses and a condo. He doesn't pay for the travel baseball team his son is on, though. I don't know what is wrong with these men.<br /><br />I think you did a great job of not spending too long in the abyss!Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-48648170439294565332017-12-26T19:01:33.513-06:002017-12-26T19:01:33.513-06:00Thank you for this timely and really needed post! ...Thank you for this timely and really needed post! It is a huge comfort to know I'm not the only one a few years out with those trigger moments (and holiday ones are awful) and that we can occasionally take a detour and still find our way back . My ex is engaged and buying a very nice house according to my son. My slide down the rabbit hole happened on Christmas Eve at Mass by myself when over 30+ years of memories bypassed my head and went straight for my heart. Then the ex had the audacity to send a text on Christmas Day to say he hoped I had a fun and happy day (he feeds a delusion that I'm really okay with his choice to have an affair and get divorced). Keep writing and helping us all heal!Orlando Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17489979531031731531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377914227915645124.post-85793957294563131342017-12-26T14:04:20.047-06:002017-12-26T14:04:20.047-06:00Thank you. Thank you for this post, and all of you...Thank you. Thank you for this post, and all of your other posts regarding life post-divorce. I'm nearly 3 years out from my world imploding and am a daily resident in "MEH". Others are constantly telling me to suck it up and get over it. And for 99.99% of the time, I have and I am. But like you, I slid out of "Meh" and into the abyss that is the opposite of Meh on Christmas. Was it the wine that was gifted to me by an ex-BIL since that family now sees me as a drunk since I indulge in a single glass of wine every few weeks and didn't ever imbibe pre-divorce? Was it the half-eaten cake, they blessed my family with, sent from their 4000 sq foot home with the note that the soon-to-be-new-Mrs. simply "couldn't eat another bite and fit into her wedding dress"? I don't know. But even as I slid into the darkness, I was telling myself "DON'T DO THIS. YOU ARE OVER IT. You are WAY better off now." But when I'm on the verge of losing my 3rd home in two years because I simply can't make rent payments AND my kids' medical bills without their father's financial support, I struggle not to be bitter. I hate being in Bitterland. Meh is a good place to be.GKMama36https://www.blogger.com/profile/03129393626324872431noreply@blogger.com