Taking Responsibility

“Accept responsibility, and power will be given to you. Taller trees grow from lower ground” – Tao Te Ching

A few days ago, Boyfriend and I got into a discussion about divorce and blame.  We discussed the common tactic of assigning fault to explain a divorce:  “she was a bitch” and “he was an asshole”.  That makes it so easy, doesn’t it?  And in the complicated world of divorce, we relish the easy explanation- especially if it absolves us of guilt.

It was Gandhi who suggested “you must be the change you wish to see in the world”, and I believe that’s true.  In an effort to “be the change”, I’ve decided to publicly take responsibility for my role in the meltdown of my marriage.  For those of you who are new to this site, it was my ex-husband who initially suggested that we separate.  I later found out that he’d been seeing someone else.  I could easily pin the whole thing on him, but it wasn’t all his fault.  Here are some of my contributions:

  • I got married when I knew I shouldn’t have.
  • I (knowingly) didn’t fulfill my husband’s domestic, emotional or sexual needs.
  • I participated in horrible fights which marred the respect we had for each other.
  • When possible, I avoided him instead of embracing him.
  • I was neither appreciative nor accepting of his affection.
  • When he told me he wanted to work it out, I told him I didn’t.

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”  That being said (originally by Shakespeare), the above list is not a regretful one.  It is plainly stated facts… facts which can (and will, I’m sure) be judged based on the emotional filters of whoever reads this post.  Of course I had reasons for making the choices I did.  And of course, I regret the emotional turmoil endured by everyone involved.  Yet, it is what it is and none of it can be altered now.

I claim to be neither a hero, a victim nor a villain.  I’m just claiming ownership of what is mine.

What About Dad?

Last Friday was a beautiful day.  At least, it was here.  After work, Boyfriend and I took a walk and when we returned, he sent a text message to his ex to find out what time Drake’s baseball game was scheduled to begin on Saturday.  (Background:  Saturday was supposed to be “Opening Day” at the ball field.  Boyfriend’s ex had previously given him a practice schedule which contained no game dates).

She responded right away to say that Drake’s game was happening at that moment.

And then she called him.  She told him the game had been in progress for about an hour and Drake had gotten some good hits.  She explained that Saturday’s game had been canceled in anticipation of bad weather and rescheduled for Friday night.  Boyfriend asked why she hadn’t bothered to let him know.  Her excuse was that she only found out about the schedule change at 9:15 the night before.  Boyfriend reminded her that it is never too late to call him (and she knows this, as we’ve gotten many late-night calls from her).  After he hung up the phone, we changed our clothes and headed to the field.

We were extremely late and there wasn’t enough light for Boyfriend to shoot any pictures.  We saw Drake get one hit, a line drive that was dropped by the second baseman.  As the opposing team fumbled with the ball, a run came in and Drake got to second base.  In all, we watched one full inning before the game was called due to darkness.  As the coaches walked off the field, Boyfriend approached the head coach and introduced himself.  He asked that his contact information added to the distribution list and explained that he nearly missed the game due to poor communication between himself and his ex.  The coach was quick to offer the same defense:  the game was scheduled at the last minute.  Again, Boyfriend stated that nearly twenty-four hours had passed and he believed that was plenty of time to have notified him.  Again, he asked to have his information added to the distribution list.  The coach made no move to record the information in his team-specific paperwork.  Instead, I pulled a business card and pen from my purse and Boyfriend wrote down his personal phone number and email address.

… This isn’t the first time we’ve endured such a co-parenting faux-pas.  It’s only the most recent in a long line of occurrences that leave me wondering, doesn’t Dad matter?  Drake’s maternal grandparents were at the game, proving that his mother wasn’t unable to tell anyone about the change in the schedule.  She simply chose not to inform her child’s father.  Such behavior is expressly forbidden in their divorce agreement, yet there is no cost-effective way to report the issue and nobody cares anyway.  Even the coach didn’t care… and what’s worse, he seemed annoyed that another parent wanted to know when he could watch his son play his favorite sport.  The vibe was the same one I’ve sensed from teachers when Boyfriend has asked for a copy of the kids’ report cards.  (In their defense, I’m sure that the coaches and teachers are annoyed that they are the ones who have to do extra work as a result of Mom and Dad’s refusal to cooperate with each other.  I get that.  Still, the answer is not to wish away the well-meaning dad!)

For years, I’ve watched Boyfriend fight to be present for his children’s events despite a lack of cooperative communication from their mother.  At the same time, I’ve heard other mothers loudly make reference to their “deadbeat” exes who aren’t their for their children.  And I’m left feeling quite skeptical.

Has anyone else experienced similar circumstances?  Moms, is it really easier to cut Dad out of the picture?  Dads, how do you feel about this?  Does anyone have any creative solutions to this problem?  Shared google calendars, perhaps??

More Divorce Music

Since moving to the new house, we’ve been spinning a lot of old records.  Yes, that’s right:  vinyl.  Due to Boyfriend’s fondness of old stereo equipment, we have several turntables of various ages and states of operation.  Yesterday, we acquired a rather large quantity of records for a very reasonable price and the new old music has been vibrating through the house since then.  After dinner this evening, Boyfriend suggested we play a “random record”.  Without looking, he pointed to an item in the stack and extracted a Phil Collins album.  The kids weren’t impressed and quickly went to their rooms to prepare for the return trip to their mother’s house.  Boyfriend and I cleared the table cleaned up the kitchen.  We were “cleaning” a pan of brownies when he turned to me and suggested, “This is a good divorce song.”  I couldn’t help but agree, and so I thought I’d share it here… Enjoy!

Phil Collins I Don’t Care Anymore Lyrics

Well you can tell ev’ryone I’m a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place.
I don’t care anymore.
You can tell ev’rybody ’bout the state I’m in
You won’t catch me crying ‘cos I just can’t win.
I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore

I don’t care what you say
I don’t play the same games you play.

‘Cos I’ve been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there’s a means to and end.
They don’t care anymore.
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more

I don’t care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.

I won’t be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore

Well, I don’t care now what you say
‘Cos ev’ry day I’m feeling fine with myself
And I don’t care now what you say
Hey I’ll do alright by myself
‘Cos I know.

‘Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face ‘cos you held all the cards.
I don’t care anymore.
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me
‘Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don’t care anymore D’you hear? I don’t care no more

I don’t care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.

I won’t be there no more
So get out of my way.
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
D’you hear? I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
You listening? I don’t care no more
No more!

You know I don’t care no more!

Divorce Goals

“If you don’t know where you are going, you will probably end up somewhere else.”  ~Lawrence J. Peter

I always thought the word “goals” sounded rather nerdy (never mind the fact that I’ve always been a bit of a nerd).  Of course, I understand the value of having a plan… it was just the G-word that was a turnoff.  So, historically speaking, I haven’t been one to write down my G-words and make a plan to reach them.  But then I discovered Zig Ziglar.  I’ve been listening to him in my car for years.  He’s one of my favorite travel companions.  And Zig has really helped me get over my issues with the G-words.

For the first week or two after my marriage officially unraveled, I spent a lot of car time listening to Julie Roberts’ song Break Down Here (link to video).  But then I realized that I wasn’t super sad.  I wasn’t even all that scared about the turn my life was taking.  That’s when I ordered Zig’s CD, How To Get What You Want. And I made a list of what I wanted (in no specific order):

  • Divorce finalized as quickly as possible.
  • No nasty divorce games.
  • Maintain relationships with Ex and his family.
  • Financial independence.
  • Buy a house closer to work.

…And I’m proud to say that I accomplished those goals.  Our divorce was finalized in the least amount of time required by state law.  We dealt with the necessary issues professionally (mostly, anyway… minimal snipping, snarking and sarcasm) and because of that no bridges were burned.  I didn’t want any spousal support, thus I balanced my budget according to my own income.  And five days after the divorce was final, I settled on a house which allowed me to cut my commute in half.  Yay, me!

But what if I hadn’t set those goals?  What if I’d kept listening to Julie Roberts and other sad stars of country music?  What if I allowed my pain, anger and resentment to drive my actions instead of calculating my actions according to my goals?  I can only hypothesize…and the picture isn’t pretty.

What about you?  Did you have a goal-oriented divorce?  Or not?  Are you happy with the result?

I Ditched The Rings!

After nearly five years of my wedding/engagement rings gathering dust in a box, I finally sold them.

For nearly five years, I intended to sell them… I intended to gather all the paperwork for the diamond and make a handsome little profit. But I didn’t. Because I’m lazy. I wasn’t desperate for money and therefore I didn’t care… I mean, it’s not like I’m the one who paid for them, right? There was no pressure to recoup my investment.

Tonight, I retrieved them from their box, along with some other miscellaneous pieces of jewelery that I never wear. I tucked the shiny elements into a little black case and I drove them to the jewelery store where I had my engagement ring sized way back when I was some other person living some other life. Upon entering the glittery showroom, I was delighted to discover a fluffy puppy lounging on the floor.

“Hello, can I help you?” a smartly-dressed man asked me.

“Hi,” I replied as the dog stretched out and rolled over so I could rub her belly. I made him tell me her name before letting him know that I was there to get rid of some jewelry.

I browsed the showcases while he weighed each piece and calculated the amount they were prepared to pay today. When it came time to examine the diamond ring, he removed the stone from the setting and spent a considerable amount of time cleaning it and examining it under a fancy microscope. While he worked, I played with the dog. I was quite glad she was there… the stuff in the glass cases was nice, but expensive jewels aren’t my thing. Puppies, on the other hand… puppies are special.

After a few other eyes peered at my gem, the smartly-dressed man returned and made me an offer which sounded rather pathetic. I’m sure the disappointment was written all over my face. After a short conversation regarding the full retail value of the ring, I made the decision to part with it. After all, I am lazy. I didn’t want to deal with the process of listing it, answering questions, showing it to strangers… risking a run-in with a Craig’s List Killer…. I figured, I was there and I had the chance to dump it in exchange for a check on the spot. Why not? (it’s all profit to me, right?)

In the end, I walked out of the store with a check totaling about 20% of what Ex Husband supposedly paid for the solitaire-symbolizing-forever. I know I could’ve done better, probably much better… but now it’s done. I don’t have to think about it any more. For nearly five years, I wondered what it would feel like to part with that bling. And you know what? I don’t feel any different… no sense of loss or longing for what might have been… nor am I especially happy or relieved. I’m simply content.

Readers, have any of you sold your wedding rings? What was the experience like for you?