I’m not being sarcastic, I really AM happy. I am happy for them, I am happy for myself, but most importantly, I am happy for my daughter.
In 12 days time, my daughter will officially have a step mum.
When my daughter was six months old, her father and I separated. It was probably the easiest separation known to man kind (of course it had awful parts to it, as they all do) but we were extremely lucky.
Four months after we separated, he told me that he had a new girlfriend…and it just so happened to be his ex-girlfriend of three years.
I used to really struggle during the times when my daughter left me and spent days/nights with her father. I was still breastfeeding, I was young (22) and I was scared (and hormonal).
I used to take a sleeping tablet the moment she would leave so I could sleep all day and night until it was over, and she was delivered back to me.
I would cry in the shower until the water had been running cold for five minutes without even noticing.
I was put back on anti-depressants and I lost a lot of weight (successfully put that back on and some more!) *lel*.
Anyway, it was terrible and I was NOT coping.
This went on for about a year, until the best thing ever happened to us.
The girlfriend and the Baby Daddy moved in together.
My anxiety slowly backed off, I started going out, I started dating again, I started back at work, I started living my life again on the days when my baby wasn't with me.
Olive stated coming home with her nails painted, her hair braided, she was settled and happy, she would tell me about her daddy's special friend and all the fun they would have together.