Dating, Divorce

Why I Don’t Regret Sleeping Around So Soon After My Separation

I slept with 3 different men within 3 months after separating from my husband. Am I proud of this fact? No I’m not. Would I do it over again if I could? Yes, I would and here’s why.

1. I was in a loveless marriage for a long time. And since I didn’t love my husband I never wanted to have sex with him. I would do it, however, just to get him off my back (no pun intended) so he would stop pestering me. The sex sucked. I would lie there as he’s pounding away thinking of all the housework I needed to get done, what I needed to do at work the next day and go over things I needed to get at the grocery store.

All I could think was “please cum and get this over with so I can get back to my day.” Now some of you may think I’m should have tried more, and I did. I told him more times than I can count that in order for me to be sexually stimulated, I needed to first be mentally stimulated. These were my asks:  compliment me, tell me I’m pretty once in a while like you used to. Write me a hand written note like you used to.  (A sticky note would even do the trick).  Have a deep, meaningful conversation with me, one that I can tell you are generally interested in what I have to say. Rub my back and not expect anything after. I wasn’t asking for much in my opinion, but even going to counseling couldn’t get him to do these things. The most ironic thing: nothing I asked for cost a penny. Not one penny!

2. I thought for many years that I had lost my sex drive. I figured that since I hit 40 it must just be par for the course. Well, after having sex with someone after only being with my husband for 9 years I soon realized that was not the case at all. I hadn’t lost my sex drive; I just never wanted to fuck my husband!

3. The first man I slept with liberated me. Since my ex had been having an affair the last year and a half of our marriage, my little rendezvous felt like a big fat big “fuck you” to my cheating ex-husband. It was as if I was a bratty kid sticking my tongue out at someone on the playground. Two can play at this game, buddy. Childish? Yes, but at the time, I was still raw from recently learning about his affair. I was not in a good place mentally.

4. It felt good to be wanted and I needed that. The 3rd and final man I slept with had a lot of issues that I chose not to see at the time. Narcissist is at the top of the list, but that’s for another blog. However, the sex with this man was hot! It was the kind of wild, freaky sex that I don’t think many people have after being married for so long. I felt sexy, I felt free and I felt liberated to wave my freak flag in the sack. I didn’t feel like a 42-year-old divorcee with a 5-year-old. I felt like a sexy diva who liked to get down and dirty. And that felt good!

It’s been 8 LONG months since I’ve had sex, and I discovered during my ho- bag phase,  that for me,  I can’t have casual sex.  I get too emotionally attached.  So, as part of my own healing I have stayed away from men and dating, and I decided to date myself.  At least, I know I still got it and when I am ready to get out there again, this mama will be ready to let loose and wave my freak flag once again.

Divorce, Life

You Take Two Steps Forward And One Step Back

You know that saying “You take 2 steps forward and 1 step back?” Well, that saying is a perfect analogy to describe how the divorce grieving process has been for me. It’s been one full year since my ex and I separated, and 9 months since we were officially divorced. The first 6 months were spent crying, yelling, drinking too much, not eating enough, sleeping with a few men and trying my best to be a present mother to my only child, while also working full time. The only words I can think to describe myself are stressed out wreck living on auto pilot.

The second half of the year I spent picking up the pieces of my shattered self, trying to navigate and
recreate a new normal for my daughter and me. I did this by watching Ted talks, most notably “The Person You really need to marry” by Tracy McMillan and “The power of vulnerability” by Brene Brown, which started the theme of my new year: marry myself and live a life being vulnerable. I’ve had some really good days where I feel like I’m finally getting it together and I’m starting to get the old me back.

You see, I really lost myself in my marriage. I was not the perfect wife, but my ex was a micro manager who would nit-pick everything I did. He was also a terrible listener who would either not say a word after I talk to him, or he would interrupt me mid-sentence. After 9 years of this, my self-esteem took a major hit and I felt that I wasn’t important and that anything I had to say must not be very interesting. I became a shell of a human being.

As I step outside and reflect on my marriage I know that I do need to take ownership for some of the way my ex’s behavior affected me. I obviously was lacking in self-esteem or I would have stuck up for myself more often, and I did in the beginning. But after years of telling someone what you want and need from them and in return them not giving it to you, you begin to really believe that it’s YOU that’s the problem. That is such a horrible place to be emotionally.

I would say that up until last month I was feeling the best I have felt in years. My confidence was back. I felt more at ease, really opening up to those I spent time with.  I was hiking which was something I hadn’t done but had always talked about doing. I even went on a solo hike which was huge for me. I began to volunteer with the homeless which is something that is near and dear to my heart. Things were really falling into place.

But now I’m in a place of taking that one step back. I am second guessing myself, losing confidence in just about every aspect of my life.

As I write this blog I’m looking at my vision board I just make last week which has so many positive words and goals I have for myself. “Happy Girl”, “Do it yourself”, “Unstoppable You.” I even have Brene Brown’s definition of Wholeheartedness:

“There are many tenets of Wholeheartedness, but at its very core is vulnerability and worthiness; facing uncertainty, exposure, and emotional risks, and knowing that I am enough.”

Why do I not feel I am enough? I can even hear that little voice whispering it to me as I second guess everything I say and do lately. Why are we always our own worst critic?

I know that this is a phase and I am not giving up, especially knowing how far I’ve come. But, like most people, especially us that live in the USA, we want instant gratification. We know what we want and we want it NOW.

I guess my only option is to patiently wait to take those two steps forward again.

Is it too much to ask that they begin sooner than later?