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January 14, 2014 By brandijeter 18 Comments

Giving Up Supposed To Be

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It wasn’t the way I’d pictured my 30th birthday at all. I had thought that maybe I’d get my girls together and take a trip to Vegas. Tossed around the idea of a personal retreat.

Think, massages and room service at an upscale resort somewhere sunny.

What I didn’t think, however, was that I’d be laying on the cold floor of my bathroom, my head leaning against the toilet, trying to contain the nausea. Alone.

This was not the way it was supposed to happen.

When I was younger, I dreamed about getting married and having babies. Never once had I considered that there was any other way for me to do it than with a white dress, picket fence, and supportive, loving husband.

Those single moms that I had known, the girls that got pregnant the year after we graduated high school, the working mothers in the neighborhood who always looked so tired, I had nothing in common with them. I was smart. I was talented. I had goals and dreams and plans.

But here I was. Thirty years old. Laying on the cold floor of my bathroom, my head leaning against the toilet, trying to contain the nausea. Alone.

I started preparing for the big 3-0 right around 27. I made my bucket list, “Things To Do By The Time I Turn 30”, and went on a diet of self-help books on everything from affirmations to finance and relationships.

Life was working for me, but even as I was crossing items off of my list, the closer I got to 30, I started to realize that I wasn’t going to make it. It didn’t matter how many to-do’s I got done, it just wasn’t enough.

At 29, after failed relationships, and a career that seemed to be stalling, and the fact that I was always, always so damn lonely, I gave up. And I carried that defeat right into my thirtieth birthday, where, instead of a girls’ trip to Vegas, I found myself laying on the cold floor of my bathroom, my head leaning against the toilet, trying to contain the nausea. Alone.

Things with us happened so quickly. I met him, and although there were major red flags, I pushed them out of my mind because, you know, the clock was ticking.

Sometimes I wonder if he had peeked at my list, because he always seemed to know the right things to say. I later found out that those “right things” were lies, but at that point, nearly a year later, it was too late.

I was pregnant, and life, mine and my child’s,  it had to go on. I pushed through each day, fighting the desire to stay in bed until it was all over. Finally, though, after months of sickness and  stress and heartache, once again, I gave up.

I gave up the shame I had of making a choice that changed the course of my whole life. I gave up the humiliation that I felt for getting duped and deserted. I gave up the anger that I had towards myself for being so stupid.

I gave up feeling embarrassed that I needed help. The more I gave up, the more I wanted to give up. I gave up on the dream that I’d had when I was younger.

There wasn’t going to be a white dress, a picket fence, or a supportive, loving husband. Not yet, anyway. I gave up doubting that I couldn’t be a single mother and raise a confident, intelligent daughter. And I gave up believing that this was not the way it was supposed to happen.

The love that fills me, and  the blessing of being the mother of this particular child, they weren’t on the list. There is no way that I could have planned for this.

And while it may not have been the way things were supposed to happen, it’s perfect. I’ve gained more than I gave, and I would give it all up again if it meant that I’d be here, today, with more love and happiness than I could have ever dreamed.

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  1. kaicongroup says

    January 14, 2014 at 11:47 am

    Powerful series. Looking foward to reading more from all of my fellow sister hood of mothers.

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:25 pm

      Thank you so much, @kaicongroup:disqus! I really appreciate your support!

      Reply
  2. DonnaReedSteph says

    January 14, 2014 at 12:22 pm

    isn’t it absolutely amazing what beautiful things can grow out of otherwise seemingly ugly situations? And how our poor choices can be molded into wonderful things, despite ourselves?

    I am glad you “gave up” – because that beautiful little girl is the far better thing 🙂

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:24 pm

      @DonnaReedSteph:disqus It’s so true! In fact, the wonderful things typically happen despite our best efforts at screwing them up! LOL! Thankfully, I was able to step back and let life happen.

      Reply
  3. ichoosethesun says

    January 14, 2014 at 1:23 pm

    I love the idea of this series! Thanks for sharing, looking forward to more 🙂

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:23 pm

      Thank you, @ichoosethesun:disqus! I appreciate you stopping by!

      Reply
  4. Summer Len Davis says

    January 14, 2014 at 9:50 pm

    I could have written this post other than the fact that I DID marry the cheating *insert expletive here*. I had to support us, though. Me. And when we divorced, I was completely taken aback because I didn’t want to be married 8 times like my mom and 5 times like my dad. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. And as much as I loathe my ex, I can’t imagine life without my precious, intelligent, sensitive little boy. He helped me make that little man and I’m so grateful for at least that. I’m sure that’s how you feel about Ayva. She’s absolutely stunning and seems like an amazing girl. I hope I get to meet her in person some day so I can tell her how lucky she is to have you as her mom.

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:23 pm

      @summerlendavis:disqus Have I told you lately how much I love you? Seriously, though, I can’t imagine a world in which Ayva doesn’t exist. She has my life better than I could have ever imagined!

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  5. Vaneese says

    January 14, 2014 at 11:05 pm

    I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me reading this. Supposed to be’s are the work of the ego and I’m so glad you gave them up. In my opinion, their sole job is to keep you locked up and afraid of accepting and embracing what is.

    I absolutely love this, Brandi. Thank YOU!

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:23 pm

      YES, @vaneesemommyworksalot:disqus! That ego will hold us back every single time!

      Reply
  6. WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion says

    January 15, 2014 at 8:35 am

    God never gives us more than we can handle. His plan always has a way of working out 🙂 Kudos to you, Mama! xo

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:22 pm

      Thank you, @whencrazymeetsexhaustion:disqus! So true! Nothing we can’t bear. 🙂

      Reply
  7. Thien-Kim says

    January 15, 2014 at 6:22 pm

    Wow! Brandi, I’m so glad that you picked yourself up through those dark times so you could have the happy times you have now.

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:22 pm

      Thanks, @thienkim:disqus! The blessings have been tremendous.

      Reply
  8. Natasha Nicholes says

    January 15, 2014 at 7:29 pm

    This makes me slightly uncomfortable because it reads like something that I could have written 14 years ago. There’s something about not being sure of a choice you made, but being totally overwhelmed by the love and joy that comes with having a child. You have become such a strong young lady, and your daughter is so blessed to have someone who continues to fight for her AND her mama!

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:21 pm

      Thank you so much, @natashanicholes:disqus. It helps to know that we are not alone in our feelings…good and bad!

      Reply
  9. Diaryofa1stTimeMom says

    January 19, 2014 at 6:18 pm

    Wow! It’s crazy that when we experience something like this we “think” we are all alone when in fact we are connected to so many moms, beating themselves up for not fulfilling the dream of having an “ideal” family. But when we let go of the shame we can truly learn and embrace our blessing.

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    • BrandiJeter says

      January 19, 2014 at 6:21 pm

      That’s right. The biggest thing I learned, though, is that the shame that I felt was primarily self-inflicted. It’s weird how we do that to ourselves! @diaryofa1sttimemom:disqus

      Reply

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