Posts Tagged ‘blended families’

Mail Call

October 21, 2009

I just went to pick up the mail and the letters are a mix of sizes and weights.  As is typical the bills and promotions are addresses to me (nothing new, nothing exciting).  Then I get to the bottom of the pile and there is the bigger stuff, The College Alumni Bulletin, and The Journal of Medicine, AND a package from the Benefits Consultants.  I hang over the island in the kitchen and breeze through the Alumni magazine.  Nothing of that much interest but a smile comes across my face and I am happy.  Why you ask?  Because DB’s mail comes to our home now.  It means he has to come back because he has to get his mail.  When I was little (even now) I don’t like to go away for more than a week.  What if something important comes in the mail and I miss it.  Nothing important comes anymore, nothing that you can’t get online or via your cell phone, but to me I know DB has to come home because I have his mail.  To me it means he live here.

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Home Sweet Harrogate

October 18, 2009

So this weekend is DBs weekend with his daughter. I am getting use to him being away for 5 days in a row every two weeks and then coming”home” to me. Him being away has its advantages, I can get more work done, I can focus on the kids, and I can even write this blog.

In an effort to stay in touch, he sent me an innocent little note, “What’s going on @Harrogate?” Harrogate is the street we live on. These 5 words, “What’s going on @Harrogate?, sent me into a tizzy of a sleepless night. Why didn’t he say, “What’s going on @home?” One word and I didn’t sleep till 2:00 am.

Maybe it isn’t home to him. Maybe he just didn’t think. Maybe it was a Freudian slip, maybe it wasn’t. I mean what the heck is home to him at this point? He has the good fortune or bad fortune to have three places with his name listed as owner/lessee at this point. When can too many homes be a curse. In my opinion, now. He has his house with his hopefully soon ex-wife. Fortunately, to the best of my knowledge, he does not spend any time there. He has his apartment with his daughter. This is the place I resent, but I try to be resentful in silence. Getting the apartment was the idea of DB’s counselor. The person he sees to help him go through the emotions of the divorce and the changes associated with it. Due to the recency of DB leaving his wife he thought it would be inappropriate for his daughter to be introduced to me and my three children immediately. So the apartment was intended to give Bitty (his daughter) a place to acclimate on her way to a new blended family, and our home. Never mind, my kids were forced to acclimate to DB when he showed up at my door asking to come back, but that is another story.

Notice to me all the other locations are apartments and houses, but Harrogate is home. It is the place I sleep every night. It is the place my children sleep when they are with me and not with their dad. It is the place I decorate with corn stalks, gourds, and ghosts for Halloween and where my kids invite their friends to “hang out.” It is where I am when I greet DB at the door with a kiss, a drink, and a hug that tells him I never want to let go. It is our home. At least for me it is. I hope he feels the same way too.

Questions and Concerns

October 6, 2009

My father use to say that when a man writes a book he is writing the learnings of his life. Thereby when reading a book you are learning the lessons of a lifetime. Although I am a business executive and my now significant other is a surgeon, for me the biggest lesson I am learning is through this relationship. The pros, the cons, the effect on my children, his children our ex’s. Isn’t there a way that what I have experienced can help another? Each person is different. I now. But there are no perfect endings and their are few tragic endings as well. I believe most are somewhere in the middle. I wish I could help someone else navigate the murky waters of an action which solicits such strong opinions from people and affects so many people lives. Can I help?