Sucked in by Pastures New

October 1981.
Freshly divorced and with a new man in my life (not the reason for my failed marriage), I moved from the parental county to pastures new.
Single parents aren’t just women whose partners have left them. It happens to guys too, though it’s unusual for them to get custody in a separation/divorce case.

Taking on a ready-made family, I felt I had it all and could take everything within my stride. I had plans to be a good ‘Mum’, without stepping on the toes of the original, hopefully bring the boys up in a way similar to my childhood, and to be there for them as and when the need arose,  ie: nursing grazed knees, mopping fevered brows, and the like.
Partner was over the moon when I agreed to move in, and we set a date which was the Thursday the boys broke up for the holidays and I would surprise them by meeting them from school.
sucker 2They were really pleased to see me as they knew I was going to live with them now, and that Nanny wouldn’t have to babysit.
Ooooh. Out of the mouths of babes, but so very true.
Partner had arranged to go out with his mates that first night, and I did indeed babysit.

My first couple of months were spent getting the house up together, buying new white goods for the kitchen, arranging for new carpets to be laid, some badly needed furniture, and a whole set of new clothes for the three ‘men’ in my life.
sucker 1Within six months, my meagre savings pot from my divorce (bar some I’d had the foresight to squirrel away under a five year bond without Partner knowing) was gone and his attitude changed.
I got fed up having to spend my days with Nanny when the kids were at school (though she was thrilled to see her precious boy so happy) so I got a job. Nanny promised to look after them when they got home from school should I be running late.

The question of marriage raised its head after eighteen months, but first he had to get his final divorce papers. I footed the bill, though he was entitled to Legal Aid as it existed at the time, but once free of wife number one, he said he didn’t feel ready to take on wife number two just yet.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all bad, and I could’ve left at any time, but as well as not being a quitter and stubborn as hell, I felt a sense of duty and responsibility to those kids, so I stuck it out for almost 8 years.

I learned an awful lot about life, single parenting, ex and in-law interference, money matters, house budgets, and being taken for a ride.
I also learned a lot about Me, the worst being allowing myself to be taken for a ride!
Although things didn’t work out in the end, I have happy memories of fostering, I became good with people and solving people’s problems, I was (and still am) a good money manager, and by the time I left, I knew I would never be saying to myself  ‘If Only……….’
as I had tried everything possible to make the relationship work and it wasn’t worth it.
The biggest favour he did for me was not making me Number Two Wife.

The Indians in the movies say White Man speak with forked tongue.
Yep, the bastards lie (and I was a fool to let him get away with it).
People say the grass is greener, but that’s not always the case as it could be a trick of the light or a different strain of seed.
Be careful what you wish for has hidden strings and conditions, those that pull at the heart and push your own needs into the background.
Inner strength is what everyone finds when they are left to cope and make the best of a bad situation because there are other, younger, people to consider.
Getting to know yourself is another way of dealing with mistaken identity or having a shattered personality with little remnants of the original.

We all tend to do foolish things as we’re growing up, but it’s not the end of the world to make a mistake, as long as we learn from them, however hard the lesson.

survivorImages: I found these on the internet.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to Sucked in by Pastures New

  1. You are a survivor!

  2. The Hook says:

    I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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