I’ve always loved the quote from Dr. Seuss, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”  It reminds me that we have the ability to see things in different perspectives.  Those who forget they have that ability are typically unhappy people, or their comfort zone is at “victim”.

I think back on all my relationships and there isn’t one that I would like to forget.  Okay, I lied.  There is that one, but seriously, he is bat ass crazy and that was a really bad choice on my behalf.

See what I did there?  I took responsibility for a bad choice.  And now, I smile at it.

Anyways…relationships are a funny thing.  In the past I would get insecure because a guy didn’t like me.  I would dwell on that fact, and pay no attention to the guys who had expressed interest in me. AND THEN of course, I have to take a look at the guys I had to tell that I didn’t feel that way about them.  It’s NEVER easy.  Egos can be fragile.

The truth is, I love men.  I love friendships.  I love hugs.

And if I were being brutally honest, I miss being married and believing that person will always be there for me.  I miss the shared laughter, the shared trials and tribulations of life, I miss sharing a life together.

One of my favorite stories about my ex-husband revolves around another famous quote you hear all the time:
We were seriously stressed out about time.  I was working in radio (you can not be late to be on-the-air), he was working his full time job and Sydney Rose was about six months old. Even though we both worked here in Ventura, we would commute over 20 miles each way to take her to stay with her Grandma because we knew she had a vested interest in seeing Sydney was well taken care of and happy.  I was also nursing Sydney at the time so I had to express my milk (yeah, kind of graphic, but get over it).  So we’re running around in the morning trying to get out of the house when I went to hand my husband the bottle of expressed mother’s milk and it dropped spilling all over the kitchen floor.

Time seemed to stand still until he said completely deadpanned, “There’s no use crying over spilled milk.”

There was no doubt about it, he had a great sense of humor.  We remained married for another eight years and had some great times raising Sydney, but it wasn’t working for him and he left.

With distance comes clarity and while I miss those things I mentioned about being married, I don’t miss him.

But I do smile because it happened.