I think I mentioned that I’ve been under some stress lately. I don’t deal with stress well. Never did. Not even as a kid. I used to get really nauseated before tests (until I hit high school and decided that studying made me nauseated so I stopped studying, but that’s a different story).
Now I’m suffering from grown-up stress. You know the kind – money, house, kids, bills, vehicle (I tell people my van is held together with prayer and divine duct tape), ex-husband, health, kids, ex-husband…did I mention ex-husband?
The man has very little contact with the kids. He moved over 500 km (over 300 miles) away and he doesn’t drive. He only contacts the kids at his convenience and I avoid contact with him at all costs (seriously, if I never, ever, ever saw him again it would be too soon). But when he does make contact, well, the proverbial poop hits the fan.
My marriage was not a pleasant one. The kids’ dad was very volatile, and moody (kinda like a hurricane is breezy). I spent 12 years in the trenches of an abusive marriage and it left its battle scars – mental ones. My marriage is one of the reasons I have PTSD.
I’m not sure how much I talk about what’s happening, but when I can share I will. In the meantime, I’m trying to focus on the positive.