I could tell you where I was born and where I first worked, but those aren't the things that I feel define me as the woman I am today. So here is a bit about me and what makes me.. "Me".
My name is Sarah. I am 25yrs old. I recently found my first grey hairs, so I am officially old. I am sort of a single mum. I have two beautiful daughters, Bella who is 5yrs old(off to primary school next year) and Brooklyn who is 2.5yrs old.
I am engaged to the most amazing person I have ever met.
So here's the history of me, those defining moments in life that change you.
Chapter 1
I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness. At the age of 18 I decided I no longer wanted to be a part of the religion. Scared of what to say to my parents, I went to my brothers house after work one day and didn't come home. I remember leaving a note for my parents, but I have no memory of what this note actually said.
I instantly had a crush on my brothers house mate, so I moved out of home and In with my brother and his house mate and that was the start of my first major relationship. 1month after being together I fell pregnant.
I always wanted to be a mum, but I really had no idea of what was to come.
I found myself in an emotionally abusive relationship with a partner who was cheating on me. he denied cheating on me whenever he was confronted about it and although deep down I knew the truth, I wanted to believe what he was saying.
At 23 weeks pregnant I found myself in a situation I would wish upon nobody. While at work I went into labour and my waters broke. I had no idea what having my waters brake even was. I walked out of work crying not knowing what had just happened. I drove to my parents house and they then rushed me to hospital.
After 5 hours my tiny princess was born sleeping. Miss Ellie-Rose.
She was the most amazing perfect little being. The emotions that followed were like none I have ever experienced before, and something I would not wish even on my worst enemy.
As we sat in the hospital with our families and dressed our daughter and held her.. My partner would not hold her. I still to this day do not understand why he did not want to. I still wish I could ask him why. It broke my heart even further.
That night we left for home empty handed, not realising that I would never be the same person again. Over the next week we planned our daughters funeral.. Something no parent should ever have to do.
Two weeks after her birth my partner cheated on me again. That was the final straw. I packed my bags and moved back home...
Chapter 2
Following the loss of my daughter, I went off the rails, drinking and partying. I decided to move away from everyone and everything and start a fresh, somewhere where no one knew me or knew of my past.
I moved to Newcastle and was house sharing with 2 other people.
My house mate worked at the local pub so my time after work would be spent down there. It was there that I met the father of my two girls.
We started dating and again I fell pregnant very early in our relationship.
At age 20, I gave birth to my eldest daughter, bella. 16months later we married. When bella was 2 and a half our second daughter was born.
During my pregnancy with our second child, I discovered that my husband had cheated on me. I then also found messages he had been sending to another woman. I tried to hold it together. I tried for two long years to make things work. But in the end, I could not move past it. It was unforgivable.
I had been suffering from post natal depression since our first child was born. I was so far down in my state of depression that I decided I had to do something. It was then that in order to be a better mum to my girls, I needed to be happy and I decided that I would be happier alone for the rest of my life, than stuck in an unhappy relationship.
So the big move began. My girls and I moved out...
Chapter 3
My older sister, the wild and free spirit, had been including me in some of her crazy adventures. One of those happened to be a night out to watch the local pro wrestling show. It was there that the announcer caught me eye and I his. Conversations started and slowly a friendship was formed. I had already made the decision to separate from my husband when I met the announcer, but had not told my husband of this yet. Although I was prepared to spend the rest of my life alone in order to be out of an unhappy relationship, coming to the realisation that It was possible for a male to actually take an interest in me, despite feeling broken and unlovable, made me realise that my decision was for the best.
So my husband and I separated. After separating I started seeing the announcer (whom shall be referred to as Mr G from now on), then we started dating. It became clear very quickly that our souls were in tune with each others.
Our heads tick in the same way.
He eventually met my daughters and it was love at first sight. My daughters had found their first crush and I would forever be competing for his attention from this point on.
In June of this year, Mr G and I got engaged. He got down on one knee in the middle of the jewellers and proposed. While a wedding is still a few years away yet, I am still planning every last detail already.. As you do.
I am very fortunate. My separating from my husband gave him the wake up call of his life. While it was too little too late for us, it was the best thing to happen for him and the girls. He now understands the importance of enjoying every moment with his children and never taking those you love for granted.
I am proud to say that my girls have a father who takes a very active role in their lives and is always there for them and me whenever I need his help with them.
Mr G will never take the place of their father, but he has become a best friend to my girls. He plays an important role in helping me raise the girls, moulding them, guiding them and being an outstanding role model for them to look up.
Mr G and I are saving to buy a house, so he still lives at home with his parents and saves all his pennies while the girls and I live in a house by ourselves. So in this sense, I still refer to myself as a single parent.
My girls make every hard moment all worth while. Seeing their smiling faces, hearing their giggles and watching them sleep. I love them to the moon and back. While my life might be a little different from the normal, I wouldn't change a thing right now.
I finally know what true happiness is.
1 yr anniversary with Mr G is fast approaching. What on earth do I buy him?
Sarah xx
Happy snaps of my fiancé and I
Mr G and Brooklyn
Mr G and I on our way to P!NK
Sisterly love
My beautiful girls and I
Bella and Brooklyn with their Dad
Ramblings a of a Real Mum
Wednesday, 25 September 2013
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
I don't want to talk
DISCLAIMER: Let me start by saying.. I have no sense of grammar, punctuation, paragraphs or anything of the sort. I write as I would speak. I make no apologies for this. So if you are a grammar nazi, I suggest you stop reading now.
So.. How do you say to someone, "I just don't want to talk". It's not that I don't want to talk to them, it's just that I don't want to hold a conversation.. with ANYONE!
Here I am at 1am writing this because I can't sleep. Lack of sleep and I do not work. I can barely piece together words to form a sentence, yet someone wants to hold an entire conversation with me?! But why must I feel so guilty for this.
i am happy to send text messages. The vital information is said without the need for all the idle chat. I do not need to put on a happy voice, I do not need to smile, I do not need to pretend to laugh. When you phone and ask "how are you?", I don't want to tell you that I'm simply not coping, I want to hide in a hole and not come out for a while.. So I put on my happy voice a reply "good. How are you". This reply alone takes more effort than you will ever know.
I avoid talking to friends AND FAMILY, simply because I don't want to have to answer that little question.
Want to know how I really feel?? I am TIRED. Really really tired. I drag my body out of bed each morning because I know that I have two little people depending on me to provide for their every need.
O how I wish to be able to sleep in. O how I wish I could have breakfast in bed. O how I wish I could pee with the door closed. O how I wish I could shower without having the door opened 10 times, having to mediate a fight or having to answer a million questions.
..O how I wish you could understand.
It becomes a very isolating world. My friends with kids think I'm a snob. Reality is, I just don't have the energy to hold it together while in your presence. I have no energy left. We as parents put such high standards on ourselves that we create expectations we can not live up to. I am the first to admit I am not a perfect parent, yet I still hold too much pride to let anyone see me as anything less than the "perfect parent", as this is what I always dreamed of being.
Then there are the friends who are childless... I am jealous that you go to work each day, you can go to the supermarket late at night if you are hungry, it takes you a quarter of the time it takes me to get ready to go anywhere, I am jealous of your freedom.
I sit at home while you all go out for dinner together every week. And while you do invite me and the girls to come too, you simply do not realise how impossible it is.
Dinner at 7 you say? I have a 2yr old who goes to bed at 7pm. Have one late night, it won't matter you say? By 5pm both kids are already starting to get scratchy, cranky, tired and irritable from the big day of learning and playing they have just had. 5.30pm they normally have dinner.. And you don't even order dinner til after 7pm? They will have you all convinced they are about to starve to death by that time.
You all go out to dinner to relax and enjoy your evening. Please tell me what is enjoyable about repeating "sit down, eat your dinner, stop it, leave your sister alone, get back here, I'm going to count to 3" all night long. I spend my evening stressing out over my two children while you all sit back and continue to enjoy yourselves. Quite honestly, while your invitation is a lovely thought, it is a million times easier for me to just stay home where I don't have to worry about them disturbing anyone.
I love my family and I love my friends both with and without children, I just hope I can help you to understand.
Love
Sarah xx
So.. How do you say to someone, "I just don't want to talk". It's not that I don't want to talk to them, it's just that I don't want to hold a conversation.. with ANYONE!
Here I am at 1am writing this because I can't sleep. Lack of sleep and I do not work. I can barely piece together words to form a sentence, yet someone wants to hold an entire conversation with me?! But why must I feel so guilty for this.
i am happy to send text messages. The vital information is said without the need for all the idle chat. I do not need to put on a happy voice, I do not need to smile, I do not need to pretend to laugh. When you phone and ask "how are you?", I don't want to tell you that I'm simply not coping, I want to hide in a hole and not come out for a while.. So I put on my happy voice a reply "good. How are you". This reply alone takes more effort than you will ever know.
I avoid talking to friends AND FAMILY, simply because I don't want to have to answer that little question.
Want to know how I really feel?? I am TIRED. Really really tired. I drag my body out of bed each morning because I know that I have two little people depending on me to provide for their every need.
O how I wish to be able to sleep in. O how I wish I could have breakfast in bed. O how I wish I could pee with the door closed. O how I wish I could shower without having the door opened 10 times, having to mediate a fight or having to answer a million questions.
..O how I wish you could understand.
It becomes a very isolating world. My friends with kids think I'm a snob. Reality is, I just don't have the energy to hold it together while in your presence. I have no energy left. We as parents put such high standards on ourselves that we create expectations we can not live up to. I am the first to admit I am not a perfect parent, yet I still hold too much pride to let anyone see me as anything less than the "perfect parent", as this is what I always dreamed of being.
Then there are the friends who are childless... I am jealous that you go to work each day, you can go to the supermarket late at night if you are hungry, it takes you a quarter of the time it takes me to get ready to go anywhere, I am jealous of your freedom.
I sit at home while you all go out for dinner together every week. And while you do invite me and the girls to come too, you simply do not realise how impossible it is.
Dinner at 7 you say? I have a 2yr old who goes to bed at 7pm. Have one late night, it won't matter you say? By 5pm both kids are already starting to get scratchy, cranky, tired and irritable from the big day of learning and playing they have just had. 5.30pm they normally have dinner.. And you don't even order dinner til after 7pm? They will have you all convinced they are about to starve to death by that time.
You all go out to dinner to relax and enjoy your evening. Please tell me what is enjoyable about repeating "sit down, eat your dinner, stop it, leave your sister alone, get back here, I'm going to count to 3" all night long. I spend my evening stressing out over my two children while you all sit back and continue to enjoy yourselves. Quite honestly, while your invitation is a lovely thought, it is a million times easier for me to just stay home where I don't have to worry about them disturbing anyone.
I love my family and I love my friends both with and without children, I just hope I can help you to understand.
Love
Sarah xx
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