This week's Sunday Scribblings is Scandalous:
Have you got some juicy gossip? What about a bit of scandal? Have you caused a commotion in your life? Would you like to? In this week full of politics and financial woe, let's add a bit of spice and fun, shall we?
I'm the type of person that likes to hide from the world, so I'm not much for causing scandals. I guess the closests I come to a scandal is when I divorced my first husband. I was the first person in my family to ever get a divorce and I felt like an outcast for years.
All during high school, I dated the same boy. Neither one of us had ever dated before, so we had a connection from the very beginning. The problem is, now that I look back on that time in my life, we fought like cats and dogs. After years of therapy, I realized I was afraid if we broke up, no one would ever want me.
We married when I was still a senior in high school - I was 17 and he was 18. We had our first child when I was 20, and the second one was born 18 months later. After dating for four years, and being married for six years, my childhood sweetheart decided he didn't want to be married anymore. He left me and the girls and immediately started dating a woman who was 10 years older than him.
Yes, that's right - not only did I get a divorce, but my husband left for an older woman. Obviously, there were cougar already roaming in the early 1980s.
The first year after my divorce, my life was in free-fall. I had been a stay-at-home mother since my first child was born. Now I had to find a job and leave my babies at daycare for the first time in their lives.
To make a long story short, during the second year after the divorce, I started dating again and I was attending nursing school. Then, four years after the divorce, I graduated from nursing school, got my nursing license and remarried a wonderful man.
This was almost 20 years ago and I have never been happier. Although I still have aunts and great-aunts who think it is awful because I got a divorce, my immediate family is behind me 100%.
After such a tramatic ten year period in my life, I choose not to rock the boat. God willing (and the creek don't rise), my scandalous days are over.