When I was a little girl I thought I would grow up, meet Prince Charming, fall in love, get married, have babies, and live happily ever after. In reality I met Mr. Wrong, got married, had babies, tried to make things work, got divorced, and then started working on my happy ending. When I met my second husband I knew I had a second chance. I thought people would be happy for me, but I ended up surprised by their reactions. So yeah, I could write the book on things moms who've been married more than once are tired of hearing. Unfortunately.
Thanks to those judgmental comments and the occasional raised eyebrow, I learned that while our culture is totally in love with marriage, second marriages usually get the side-eye. People are quick to judge, scrutinize, and shame me and my decision to remarry, calling me selfish and even going so far as to start implying that I am a "gold digger" or that I don't love my kids.
Simultaneously those same people are suspicious of my husband and his motives, too. Believe it or not, I don't want to hear about your horrible stepdad or a random statistic about the number of marriages that end in divorce. Why? Because they literally have nothing to do with me and the marriage I have built with my husband. Also, I really don't want my relationship to be the punchline of a joke. So as long as there are people out there who feel emboldened to say the following things, I will keep reminding them that my second marriage is not a quip. It's my long-awaited happy ending.