I am reinventing my blog-self to try to become my best self. I want to do this to sort out my life and explain it to myself so I understand what happened.
I married my high school sweetheart and then left him after 17 years of marriage, surprising both of us. Not to mention friends and family. He was extremely well liked by friends, and loved by family. He never hit me once. But he could get cranky off and on. Like when he got jealous because I was having too much fun at a party or something I did that did not meet with his approval. Didn’t happen often but when it did I resented it.
We did not require lawyers to resolve child custody or split assets. We cared about and had respect for one another. We were fair. All of our end of marriage history began 40 years ago but he is still on my mind. Likely, because I felt guilty for leaving him, even after all of those years. He died recently, so I now feel a new certain freedom to write about all of it. I won’t hurt him again, now that he is gone.
I am not looking to provide or sell advice with my blog. I had a fulfilling career as a university administrator. My husband and I had a successful family business of 30 years duration. I don’t need another meal ticket. I can afford to travel with my husband without extra funding.
Martin‘s widow, however, can help you out with her newly announced grief specialty skills or resiliency coaching. Martin’s and my son’s death was the main inspiration for her resiliency specialty. Before that it was romance and couples or something. But you are likely going to have to pay for any advice.
My role, as our son’s mother and caregiver, for his entire life, is ignored throughout her advertising “stories”where Robin is mentioned. You could be forgiven for thinking she had those roles in his life. She did not. I want to be recognized as Robin John Giddy’s only mother/ caregiver in all appropriate places on the internet where his name is used. Most especially where his name is used to generate income. That has not been the case since 2018, despite making clear I want that kind of respect. I don’t mind if his stepmother’s name is used in the same sentence as my name.
There are no lies in any of MY blog posts. Nor am I a bully. Don’t be gaslit. I am standing up for the proper memory of my late son’s life and who his mother was. And is.
Tom Petty‘s words speak to me –
Isobelisnecessary 