As excited as I was for this glorious experience, I was concerned about two major issues that the weekend involved. One was the full body Spanx. My ex was hosting a dinner the Friday night before the event at a lovely 5 star restaurant and FINALLY I had the chance to wear that black dress I bought in NYC 3 years ago along with the full body spanx I bought to go with it.
When I first was divorced, the idea of my kids spending ANY TIME with another woman literally made my stomach seize up. They are mine! mine! mine! More importantly, what if they like HER better? This woman, GIRLFRIEND, is beautiful, thin, blonde, hip, a lovely woman, but she is not their mother. I AM and you know what? My kids know it.
We are not lovers or partners. Not wife or husband. We are co-parents, yes... but are we friends? Like, true "friends" in the dictionary definition of "friend?" We are friends -- sometimes. Sometimes it feels more like hurtful siblings: We get upset with each other, let it all out and then apologize.