From the Beginning....My Marriage to the Grim Reaper

After College, I married the first poor lonesome soul who decided to drop money on a ring.  Poor guy had no idea....... and to give myself a little slack, neither did I.

It was complete bliss, at least for the first 90 days (give or take a few days).  Its funny how the best thing in your life can also be the worst!  It didn't take long for the "Grim Reaper", as I call him, to show his face.

The closest picture I could find of him

I was also pretty sure at the time that having children would be the best answer to our problems.  After all, I always wanted to be a mom, and who better than to procreate with than the Grim Reaper. 

And women, just in case you were wondering...save some time.....having children wasn't the answer.

I spent the next nine years catering to three babies and the "Grim Reaper".  Which was quite a task, given I was cut open from hip to hip three times (of which my body still never forgives me for). 

I remember the decision so clearly, I was finishing graduate school (another fallacy about making myself happy) and being 8 months pregnant when the "Grim Reaper" came home from work to give me the bad news.  He had fallen for the "big chested woman" in the corner office at his work.  (He didn't actually say it that way, but it sounds better when I tell it).  Although it was a shocker, and murder was still illegal, and the next three months of counseling failed...... I became a single mother of three.

The best part about being a single mother is the humor we find in the everyday things!  Making the most of our lives is important, and sharing the funny things that happen to us is certainly our therapy.  I would have picked writing a blog about dating after divorce but I thought I would run out of things after my first post! So instead I will dedicate this post to our journey as a family, in hopes of helping another mother who feels she might not be able to survive as a single mother. (At least without a really big glass of wine!)

However, I will take a moment to thank my family in advance for blogging about our dis-function and Oh...and let me thank Facebook for making me feel so terrible about how perfect all my friends lives are.......Now, happy blogging!

Enjoy!