I never expected to jump back into writing easily, I just didn’t think it would be such a struggle. What do you write about when you’ve been stuck in a football mom(I know the cliche is soccer Mom but it’s the same with football, believe me)/housewife rut for two decades? No one wants to read about my humdrum life since a lot of people read to escape the monotony of their own lives. They want to be inspired, they want excitement.
As I sit in my car, parked in the lot across from the football field, I wonder how I’ll ever find something interesting to write about. You see, I do this at least four times a week. I hide in my car waiting for my son to finish practice. I watch the clique of other football moms, all confident and skinny, congregating on the sidelines while they sip their steamy hot chocolate. They seem like such good friends.
I don’t have many close girlfriends anymore. I used to but after a while we drifted apart and I’ve just never been able to connect to anyone. When did I become so antisocial? I know, kids, husband and life gets in the way but other people seem able to do it. Why not me? Probably a confidence issue. Sometimes I feel like I’m back in high school.
I’ll divulge some personal information here. Like many women my husband became my best friend. That should be a good thing, except recently I found out he cheated on me. We’re going to therapy, he says he really wants to work it out. Problem is, I still love him but I don’t really like him anymore. Does that make sense? I lost my best friend.
Enough of the boo hoo story. Practice is over. Time to go home and make dinner.