PROMPTuesday No. 99 from San Diego Momma:
Judge me for being an anonymous blogger.
Judge you for caring.
Judgment of Divorce: Many years ago I stood in court in my best suit and heels and swore before a judge that I’d follow the word and letter of my divorce decree. That meant taking care of my child, contributing 50 percent to her care and keeping, and splitting physical custody down the middle. For anyone who’s had to do this, there is no middle in a seven-day week. Someone ends up with the short straw. For seven years, that was me.
Judge me for it.
I took the very great risk that forging a new life alone would be better in the end than staying in a toxic relationship. I was judged harshly. I lost friends. My ex-husband’s family shunned me for years and spread lies about me to anyone who would listen.
Judge me. Walk in my shoes. Then I’ll judge you.
As a single mother I walked a very narrow line. There were some things I just didn’t do for fear of losing my child.
I lived in fear of judgments. I dreaded decrees.
I didn’t drink. I worked two jobs at times to have more than enough money to keep us comfortable. I was careful who I had over my apartment. Although I did date, I was discreet. My dates never occurred during my parenting time. Only once did I hire a babysitter when I was a single mother.
Even though I’ve been remarried for almost 10 years, I am still a divorced parent. I cannot shake that. I have an ex-husband who may or may not want to take me down.
Having this blog is a risk. The only way it works is to keep myself anonymous.