So let me tell you about tonight. My boys who are on the same little league team had a night game today. It was scheduled for 8pm. But it was an extra special night because my younger boy's teacher came out to watch the game with her hubby tonight. Oh when she got to the stands I greeted her with the biggest smile, because I know what a wonderful memory this will be for my little guy. What a special gesture for a school teacher to come out and watch her students. I can't tell you how much my son was anticipating her being in the stands to cheer him on. And well I was so happy for him, and I told her how much it meant to all of us for her to come. Of course I was quite loud when she arrived, and so one of the kids went running to the dugout screaming "A's teacher is here....A's teacher is here!" So it was a big deal. How sweet huh? So, of course being a good blogger that I am, I was snapping pictures left and right...someone thought it was lightening out...haaaa! Then it did begin to lightening out, so they called the game. So, A's teacher told me she'll come to his make-up game to watch him play. So, my baby had a wonderful evening tonight, and I'm grateful for teachers like his. And tomorrow is their last day of school - they are excited and sad at the same time...and now I know why.
Mr. A's teacher and hubby watching the game
Mr. A and his teacher - oh and that's my mom in the background
After 22 years of marriage which doesn't include 4 years we dated...for a total of 26 years, I find myself like a fish out of water. Where and how do I begin to find love again? I went through the rough part. Facing the betrayal I felt, the tears I thought would never end, the anger, the shame, the fear of being alone with my two teenage sons. Would I be ok? Would we be ok? These are the questions that kept me up at night. And so I reached the point. You know, the point where I felt strong enough again to head out on this journey in search of my prince. Here begins...the chronicles of love for a divorced mother of 2 in her late 40s.