We’re Not Getting Divorced

Shelley Sweeney
Jul 28
2 min read

Updated: Jul 29

We’re not getting divorced. But we're dreaming about greener grass, wherever.

Because that’s what you do when you upsize your house at 63-years-old to a “smart” home in a poppin’ neighborhood after 33 years in a dumb, Cape Cod bungalow starter place.

Oh to just have simple light switches like back in the 70s. The technology in the new home is supposedly smarter than we are. Not sure if that’s true but it does have a mind of it’s own, mysteriously. We’re working on out-smarting it, tomorrow.

When we lived in the Cape Cod bungalow the neighbors next door planned a whole renovation that never came to fruition. They got divorced.

Every lot in our new community has sold except the one (#30) right next to us. #30 went under contract but...they got divorced.

Dicey..

Moving is dang stressful…but…we’re not getting divorced. Unless Jeff filed today. In that case, we are getting divorced. I won’t know for sure until he gets home in a couple hours.

Lord have Mercy I don’t know how my parents stayed married after dozens of moves. Several of them coast to coast. There were some close calls though. I can tell you that much.

In spite of periodically wanting to cry in a closet all day we are going to power through this metamorphosis.

We’re not getting divorced. (If only I could have gotten Jeff to move all those years ago. Kidding. Mostly I didn’t want to move tbh.)

If you are of an ancient age, facing an upsize move, and desire to not get divorced here’s what I suggest:

Don’t talk to each other too much
Exert eye contact wisdom
If you have a question, maybe text it
Cry whenever, where ever, why ever, just burst out (Jeff does it all the time. Kidding. I don’t either but wish I could. Are tears internal wealth we’re all afraid to spend or share?)
Know that the grass is only greener when you get through all the hard **** on your side. The grass is not greener on “the other” side. Trust me, both sides (old house and new house) of us got divorced. It was not greener over there.
When it looks like there’s no end and all you see are wrinkles and grey hair: Praise to the Lord. Praise Him when life is wonderful and praise him when life is less than wonderful. Ahhh, His presence is divine.