The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

What do you wish you could do more every day?

What Do I Wish I Could Do More of Every Day? (Besides Finding Matching Socks and Inner Peace)

If someone asked me what I wish I could do more of every single day, my answer would be simple: spend time with my kids and grandkids.

Not just the “quick phone call while folding laundry” kind of time. I’m talking about the good stuff—sticky hugs, loud laughter, kitchen chaos, and those moments where nobody’s in a rush and nobody’s checking the clock.

But life, as we all know, has a funny way of not cooperating with our wishes.

You see, my kids and grandkids live out of town. And apparently, they have lives—jobs, schedules, travel plans… the audacity. So instead of daily hugs, I get FaceTime freezes, “we’ll call you back,” and the occasional blurry photo that I stare at like it’s a museum piece.

And then there’s the plot twist—because every good story needs one, right?

After 25 years of marriage, my life took a turn I didn’t exactly see coming. Let’s just say… my ex-husband decided he preferred a different storyline. One that included another woman. With my same name, no less.

Yes. You read that right.

Some people upgrade their phone plan. Mine upgraded to a whole new “Christy.”

You really can’t make this stuff up.

Now, I could sit here and write paragraphs about what was said, what wasn’t true, and how stories got twisted along the way. But here’s the thing—I’ve made a decision.

I’m not going to be that person.

You know the one. The one who trashes, argues, defends, and tries to set the record straight at every turn. Nope. Not me. I’ve chosen peace over pettiness… most days. (I’m still human, after all.)

Do I believe the truth eventually finds its way to the surface?

Absolutely.

Do I feel the weight of distance—not just miles, but emotional strain too?

Every single day.

Because divorce doesn’t just end a marriage. It reshapes families, bends relationships, and sometimes puts space where there used to be closeness. And for my kids, it wasn’t just hard—it was heartbreaking. That’s the part that never sits easy.

But here’s what I hold onto:

Love doesn’t disappear just because life gets messy.

I love my children more than anything in this world. That hasn’t changed. It won’t change. Not because of distance, not because of misunderstandings, and definitely not because of someone else’s version of the story.

So what do I wish I could do more of every day?

I wish I could:

Show up unannounced just to hug them Sit around the table and listen to the everyday details Be part of the little moments that don’t make it into photos Spoil my grandkids just a tiny bit more than I probably should

Instead, I hold onto hope… and a pretty solid sense of humor.

Because if life has taught me anything, it’s this:

Sometimes your story doesn’t go the way you planned… but that doesn’t mean it’s over.

And in the meantime, I’ll be right here—loving my family from a distance, laughing when I can, healing when I need to, and trusting that one day, everything that’s meant to be understood… will be.

Preferably over coffee, hugs, and a house full of noise again.