I'm Still Going Through A Divorce

I had the worst fight with my parents on the way home from Newport last weekend. I was exhausted from barely any sleep, and mentally drained from my third wedding of the summer. We hit horrible traffic and all I wanted was to get home and get into my bed!

It started when my mom offered to drop my dad off before she drove into the city to take me home. I was very annoyed, because that would prolong our trip for at least another hour. I told them to just take me to the train, since it would get me home faster.

Mom snapped at me that I’m moody and everything doesn't have to be my way all of the time. I snapped back that I had every reason to be moody as I just had to sit through the third wedding of the summer, watching all of my friends with their significant others. As happy as I am for them, I think it's only natural for me to indulge in a bit of self pity now and again.

I think what really happened was that — just for a second — my parents forgot that I am still going through a divorce. As much compassion as they feel for me, they don’t have any clue what I go through, especially when I watch all of my friends walking down the aisle.

Just because I don't talk about it that often, that I try to focus on the positives, doesn’t mean I don't think about my future. I was supposed to be one of the happily-ever-afters! It also doesn't help that every time I meet someone else, Steve appears in my dreams.

By the time we got home, I’d made up with my parents, and all was fine. In the end, I just needed to get home and unwind with a hot shower, my own bed and a dose of Ambien!