I saw this blog topic on yahoo today. Interesting subject…
I had to think for a few minutes, because it hardly seems possible that 10 years have passed so quickly, but April, 1996, found me as a brand new resident of southern California. I was probably unpacking on this day, with optimistic hope that this time things would be different. I had my then 3-year-old daughter, and my then 8-month-old daughter, and I was finally able to stop work and stay at home with them, following my in-and-out husband to California for his new job, which offered us the opportunity for me to quit mine.
So once again, I packed up, left all my friends, and followed my husband, hoping that all would finally be well. If we left his east-coast playground, if he had a job he really liked, and if I finally got to live my dream of being a stay-at-home mom, maybe everything would be okay.
There were some good parts – the California sunshine, watching the girls grow, and finding some formerly elusive glimpses of inner peace that exist in that heavenly Los Angeles area. Maybe it was the point when things began to turn around for me.
I am grateful today, April 2, 2006, that in another 10 years, if asked this same question, I will be able to say that I was still unpacking boxes, but that finally I was making my own happiness, not waiting for it in my theatrical, abusive relationship with my ex-husband.