Don’t Be Bringing Your Savior Complex Over Here!
Chronicles of the Determined Divorcee— I don’t want or need someone with a savior complex to come knocking on my door!
It’s everyone’s favorite divorced Mama here to share a strange phenomenon that I’ve encountered in the four years I’ve been separated/divorced.
(Am I really your favorite? Aw shucks, I’m blushing harder than a duckling on the first day of spring!)
Salutations aside, I am writing to you from my chilly desk, with cornbread muffins in the hot oven and rare snow on the neighboring mountain, where I am frustrated by a recent realization I had.
As a busy working parent, I only have pockets of time where I can sit and sift through my thoughts, processing my recent experiences and conversations. Reflecting is important to me; its how I learn what my boundaries are, how I feel about people or things, and how to handle all the challenges life lays at my feet.
I recently heard news concerning an investigation into an unfortunate incident that affected me and my friends when I went back to college a year or two ago. It was good news, but I thought back to how the whole debacle started and realized that I had been targeted because of my situation: a single mom of four children with full custody.
