I was single again. School was winding down, kids were in a routine and I was restless. I began working out like a madman, I dove into food restrictions and ridiculous expectations of my body. I had to control something. I was going out Friday nights, Saturday nights and sometimes Sunday’s. I was balancing being a single mother, working full time, school full time, studying and my own personal life. M and I had it down to a science. She had gone through a divorce too and we both had kids roughly the same age. We would do our traditional Chuck E Cheese Friday nights with the kids, then put them to bed, call the sitter over and head out for the night. We would wake up Saturday mornings, go to Publix, pick up subs and head to the beach with the children. They would wear themselves out all day playing, allowing us to tan and recover from the night before. Then we would take them home, clean everyone up, settle them down for movies and start all over. Sunday’s were the same, either the beach or a park. I had no guilt having a night life of my own, we had family time all day long and mommy time at night when they were asleep. I would say we did this about a year and had the best time. I have some of the funniest amazing stories from those nights which I cherish to this day. M and I have known each other 17 years now. We saw each other through divorce, marriage, children’s milestones and went to school together, even worked together. We know the very best in each other and the very worst. I love her very much, but we are no longer friends. Some people you have to cut loose from your life after a while and it’s a shame. My heart longs for those carefree days before more serious problems took hold. I wish our problems were as simple as finding the right outfit for Friday night or being attracted to the same guy and calling “dibs” from across a crowded bar. Unfortunately things got bigger than I could handle and negativity took over. I wish I could put our issues behind us. I have forgiven her, but I can not forget. She was a great chapter in my life and I wish her well. The best years of my life are directly ahead and the best stories of my life are soon to follow….
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"