Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Taking One Step at a Time

Right now, I feel as if I could break down and cry.  And many times this week, it's been the best thing for me to do.  But right now a single tear won't shed, yet inside I feel a good cry is necessary.  Ever feel like that?

I'm so ready for August 28th to come…the day my ex and I can file for divorce.  You see, Maryland has the worst laws for getting a divorce and you have to be separated for a year.  I guess it's because it's a Catholic state and they think you should be able to try to work out things.  Well, if my ex didn't even want to go to therapy at first, and threw me out of the house giving me "24 hours to get out," I don't know why I really have to torture myself for months on end.  But the law is the law, and I wont be changing that any time soon.  Lord, I can't even remember to change the lightbulb in the guest room right now!

I know I'm not the first or only person who has gotten a divorce.  And I  won't be the last, unfortunately.  But sometimes, I've never felt so alone.  My little sister is getting married, an exciting time for most.  But it's so hard and tears me apart.  For instance, she's using the same florist…one of my favorite people in town!  And I ran into him not long ago at Pier 1.  I loved seeing him, I really did, because he makes me laugh so hard (I used to refer to him as "Fronk" like Fronk from Father of the Bride when I was getting married.  He was that awesome!)  But it's hard to see him now and not think of that special day.  Well, the day I thought was special.  The day I thought I was marrying my best friend.  My companion.  The man I would go to the end of the earth for.  The guy who I loved with all my heart.  And my world came crashing down on me without even a chance to try to fix it.

That's the kind of person I am.  I like to fix things, people, in particular.  I guess that's why I'm a nurse practitioner.  But my strengths have been tossed to the wind when I would have wanted to use them the most I could.  I always told my ex that divorce wasn't an option for me, and for him not to marry me if he ever thought that is what would happen.  He assured me he not only loved me, but that he was in love with me.  He promised we would be together forever.

Fast forward:  Promises don't matter to some people.  Hard work, tough times are not ideal for everyone.    However, I feel anything worth it, will be hard work.  But there's no point dwelling on that.  That chapter of my life is over.  And I've accepted that.  And I'm excited to move on.  I'm looking forward to my future each and every day.  I can't wait to find the guy who I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with, a man who loves me as much as I love him.

But during this journey of moving forward, I have to take baby steps.  Some days are easy with tons of smiles, and special people to brighten each day.  But then there are gloomy times that I come crashing down out of the blue.  For instance, this week I was up with multiple pages about my patients throughout the night.  This makes for a very tired nurse practitioner who is precepting a student the next morning.  Then, on my way to work, I get an email from the photographer from our wedding asking what to do with our wedding pictures.  I break down in tears on I-695.  I can barely see out of the windshield, as the tears just accumulate, but I wont let them drip down my face and ruin my makeup for the day.  I will not let anyone at work know I was crying.  I will not call my friends, they are all at work, busy.  I don't want to be that girl.  The girl who calls and cries to her friends.  No one wants to hear it.  But for weeks, I've been coping alone, trying to get myself together.  So, I can't take another minute alone.  I call my mother.  Yup, in the car…I know…against the law.  But I swear if I was pulled over, I think the cop might take one look at me and be frightened and run away himself.  So, my mom can't talk because she, like everyone else, is just arriving at the office in the morning and people are around her desk.  I can't blame her.  After all, she dropped everything at her office when we found out my ex had drained our joint bank account to help me and my dad get anything out of the house I was living in with my ex.  She had been there and so was my dad and sister through all the turmoil.  When I was given 24 hours to get my stuff out of "his" house, I did.  My family took off work and moved me out.  While I sat on the floor with tears streaming down my face, my mom and dad tossed my shirts and pants, dresses and sweaters into the car, racing as fast as we could, as none of us could be in that house after how everything was handled.  So, when my mom couldn't talk on the phone this week, I understood, but that meant, here I was, alone again.  So I pulled into the parking lot at work, checked in the mirror, dabbed my eyes with the sleeve of my lab coat, took a deep breath, smiled and walked in to start my day.  Go figure, it was the facility's dentist first day and he introduced himself, and wanted to talk.  We went into the office and just chatted about how we planned to care for the patients together and get their routine care down.  When he asked me my last name I was taken back.  What IS my last name?!  The nurses know me as Lauren M, CRNP, who they take orders from.  That has been my only name as a nurse practitioner.  My family and friends have already changed my name back to Lauren D, and refuse to call me by Lauren M, as they say I should get rid of it as soon as possible.  But low and behold, by law, my name is still Lauren M.  So, that's what I tell the dentist.  And he goes on and on how he knows so many people by that last name and if we were jewish and who his dad is, and yada yada.  I explain, "No, we are both Catholic, his dad's name is G., and I really don't know many people on that side."  He then looks at my hand and says, "you don't wear your ring here…does your husband know that?!"  He was joking.  But my eyes teared up.  So, being the person I am, I coughed and acted like my eyes were tearing from the cough, and I just kept smiling.  I explained to him that (DUH!) my ring was being cleaned.  I just couldn't and didn't find the need to get into my personal life with this dentist I just met, and I'm pretty sure he didn't want to hear the story anyway!

Why am I telling you all of this?  I don't really know.  I guess I just want you to know if I have a bad day and am not as talkative as I usually am, or smiling and joking around as much, it probably has nothing to do with you.  It's just me.  It's just a stepping stone I need to walk over.

I feel I have come a far way from that August afternoon when my ex sent me a text to tell me he no longer loved me and did not want to be with me.  I have gotten through what would have been our first anniversary, bought a house on my own, attended my first wedding alone along with two others that I was in (thank God for my the worlds best husbands/finances of my best friends who so graciously held my lipgloss, got me a glass of wine when they got their wife one, and made sure I got home safely), I've gotten through many of the awkward questions about "When are you having kids with B, I'm sure you're next?!" I got through Thanksgiving and the Christmas holiday with minimal tears, shoveled my way out of my house during lots of snow, learned to take out the trash weekly, use tools AND learn their names (yes, I know how to use an Allen Wrench now), started a fire in the fireplace, got through my birthday (you know, it's a national holiday, right?!), and the dreaded Valentine's Day (I never have been big on that holiday, but being single and seeing everyone's facebook statuses and all could seriously make you ill when you have recently had your heart shattered and stomped on), and have even dated a little bit.  I still have big hoops to get through… More weddings, lots of babies (probably one of the hardest things that makes my heart ache), and the daily events that pop up here and there.  And you know what? I can't promise I'll be smiling the whole way through.  But I can promise that I'm trying my best every single day.  And that's all I know what to do right now.  Trust me, I'm ready to find my special someone and share all the joys of life with, I really am.  But I hope when I meet that person, they will understand, this is part of my life too, and not every day will be perfect.  But that doesn't mean it won't be perfect between he and I, or you and I, friends.  I can only hope I find my Prince Charming who will be there for me through thick and thin, for better, for worse, and really mean the vows when they say them.

I'm just asking to be patient with me.  As my aunt has described me, like other people going through this, as I'm like "a little snowflake that is so fragile and you have to use gentle hands."  Don't worry, I can take a joke, and love days that I laugh a lot, but some days I just want to feel loved and supported more than ever.  I might not return calls right away, but that doesn't mean I don't want to talk to you or hang out with you.  It might just mean I'm trying to spare you the dreaded calls of talking to me when I'm at one of my worst moments and you probably don't know what to say to make it better.  I don't want you to feel bad.  And that's why I don't tell everyone what is going on.  I just don't want them to feel bad for asking where B is.  But in turn, please understand, I may feel bad, and I'm trying not to bring anyone down with me.  We have one life, and it's short enough as it is.  I'm trying to keep positive and move on, but if I don't get through this now, I'm afraid it will come up later.  Please be patient with me.  I love you all, all my friends, family, and blogging buds and you all have been wonderful, so thank you.



  1. Lauren, you are MORE than entitled to those feelings that you are having and I commend you for being able to express yourself and your feelings so eloquently. You have gone through (and are still going through) something that most people cannot imagine. I pray that you will be strengthened more and more each day. You deserve so much more!

  2. I wish I were there right now to give you a great big HUG! And I wouldn't even make you talk. I would give you a glass of wine and walk out the door or let your lay your head on my shoulder and cry-whichever one you wanted. I cannot imagine your ups and downs, and my heart wrenches at your hurt. You are so amazingly strong, even on your weakest days. I know there are many things that you do not understand and probably some that you never will understand, but I do know that you have the rest of your life ahead of you and it is going to be wonderful. With God on your side, who can be against you? Seek him in all that you do, and he will be your ultimate comfort. I love you, sweet girl, and I am always here if you need me! XOXO

  3. Lauren,
    For some reason I have found your blog and read it from time to time! Your notes today hit home with me too! It is a tough time and somehow and some way you will get through this and so will I. We will be a much better people because of it too!
    Hang in there and stay strong! I always tell myself things happen for a reason. The man upstairs also has a special plan for us!
    I would love for all of us to get together sometime. We can get our dad's to take us out for drinks!
    Be positive ~
    Anne Tomick Bell

  4. i love you to the end of the earth and back.

  5. you will find that Prince Charming, I have no doubt! Keep taking those steps forward, you're doing FINE!

    Mrs. Kindergarten

  6. Lauren,

    My heart hurts today. I think you are one of the strongest people I know. I can't say I know what you are going through, but losing your best friend probably feels a lot like losing a parent. I lost my dad to cancer three months before our wedding and so much of what you are feeling, I still feel on a regular basis. People don't know what to say, or how to act or what to do. I still cry in my car most days on my way to and from work because I am alone in my car with my thoughts for 35 minutes each way. Also because my car rides were when my dad and I would talk and it makes me miss him. You don't want to call anyone because again, they don't know what to say and you don't want to be that girl. Always calling crying. I feel for you. I am so sorry you are going through this. Please know it gets easier. You will establish a new "normal" and things will get better. I'm keeping an eye out for a good, cute Baltimore boy for you :)


  7. My sweet sweet friend....
    I am so sorry. I wish I were there to take you shopping and to lunch!

    I am sending up prayers for you. I read something last night that said:
    "I want the guy that found me by accident and stayed with me on purpose" I thought that was really profound.

    Like I said before, God is preparing the perfect man for you. "He" just isn't pefect, yet;)


    ps- shoot me your mailing addy please ma'am

  8. stay strong girl! thank you for sharing your story with us!

  9. I just want to give you a big 'ole hug! And then go shopping, have dessert and a big glass of wine :-) It's ok to have the bad days - those are what you make stronger. I wish there was more we could do for you but just know that we all LOVE YOU!!

  10. I'm sorry you are having such a hard time. I wish knew magic words to make you feel better. You will get through this and be stronger than you imagined! I am praying for you!


  11. Laur,

    I am so, so sorry! I will pray that tomorrow is a better day.

  12. I am sending you big blog HUGS!! I look forward to your posts and fabulous recipes...and I love your pink and green background.

    I just wanted to let you know I read your post and am thinking of you :)

  13. Thinking of you and sending a big hug your way! xo