My son turns 11 tomorrow, and he is oh-so-excited for his birthday dinner: steak, pasta and ice cream cake at his dad’s house with the four people he loves more than anyone else in the whole world — his dad; two sisters; and me, his mother.
I will show up with gifts and a smile — and past-resentments nowhere to be found. My ex and I will share a birthday celebration that will make even the happiest of married couples envious.
“How do you two get along so well? You make it look so easy!”
My ex-husband and I hear these comments often. We celebrate birthday parties, end-of-the-year report cards and sports tournaments together … as one, happily divorced family. Observers assume there is no bad blood between us.
But there was bad blood for a long time. When the divorce was fresh and raw, we could not have a productive conversation or compromise about anything, ever. There was too much anger, too much hurt, and way-too-much of us trying to control things that were simply out of our control. I wanted to change what the courts had certified in a legally binding contract and keep fighting until every little detail looked the exact way I had decided it should look. And for a long time, I did just that.
For years I hated the judge and my lawyer and my ex, and I wanted everyone to know just how angry I was. The resentment took over, and I let it. I didn’t want to let go of it. I wanted to stew in it, and that meant that everyone around me was stewing in it too. My kids were the ones who suffered the most when they witnessed Mom yelling at Dad and when Mom and Dad couldn’t sit near each other at school or sporting events. I was rarely present; I didn’t dance in the kitchen or make crafts with my kids. I didn’t laugh freely or often; I didn’t enjoy the precious moments of life that were right in front of me.
Over time, I started to get angry with the anger and wondered, Why am I angry all the time? Why am I always snapping at grocery store clerks and bank tellers, and my ex-husband and my kids?
I knew that finding the answer required me to look in the mirror and shift my focus from others to self. When I did so, I realized that although I was angry at my ex and the judge and all the circumstances, too, beneath it all I was most angry with myself.