Until a couple of days ago, this was me. It’s pitiful, but I had turned in to one of those stepford wives. I had 5.5 children (don’t ask me which one is only a half a child, I’d have to answer and that’s just embarrassing).
We lived in the Woods for far too long (almost a year) and completely lost our way. The babies stopped behaving, the child that can not be at home because she refuses to accept anything as a home, had a huge affect on us, and my marriage suffered as a result.
I closed down. I became a robot that cooked meals, did laundry, cleaned, and ignored my surroundings while I worked ridiculous hours to hide in my shell. There I said it, I got cold. Robotic if you will. I fell in to a deep depression that I hid from the outside world.
Time to move it right along. And so we did. I told you I was regaining my life and moving forward. I meant that. But set backs are inevitable. I still have the drama queen that intentionally left all of my kitchen supplies, including my coffee maker that I explicidly asked her to pick up, on the counter at our old “home”.
I still have to face that her father won’t realize that this girl, this angelic LOOKING child, is constantly trying to break up our family as she announced she would the week she moved in. No, I’m serious. She said that. “I want my daddy all to myself and you and those kids gone”.
So will everything ever be OK no matter where we live? Probably not but let’s hope “Daddy” wakes up and sees the real issues at hand. Let’s hope The Woods are behind us with all of their fakeness. Let’s hope my babies have the life they deserve.
Nothing else matters. I just want my life back. Bump the stepford shit. Hopefully my step daughter will come to understand that the stepford world belongs elsewhere because it has destroyed my family enough. She’s making progress, very slowly but surely.
We’re making progress and moving in the right direction. We’ve smiled a lot more since moving back to the island. I wouldn’t say our world is perfect again, but it sure is better, and no one’s world is ever truly perfect anyway. One thing is certain, I am never going back in to that shell again.
Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 26 to 7. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.
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