On Holidays

I have had all kinds of experiences in life, a representation of the major life experiences people face. And I have experienced all kinds of holidays. While married, those with my husband who would always become pouty and grumpy without reason, although I have come to learn more about that since as I study narcissists. Holidays with my heart ripped out the first time my children spent their holiday with their father. Watching them sit in our church from the back while they sat in a pew with their father and his girlfriend. And now, 7 years post divorce, happily resigned to my holiday alone. That might seem scary to some but I have come to enjoy a holiday that has no obligations and a blank template on which I can write my own story. Today my kids ended up being in and out and I was delighted to be able to spend time with them when I thought they would be at their father’s all day. I also got to nurse my daughter who was sick. But I also volunteered at our local turkey trot, washed and vacuumed my car (I was surprised to find them open while out driving) and am headed out to dinner for 1 at a posh local jazz bar restaurant.