I head for home about noon. I’m torn… I miss the kids, although they seem to be doing well here. This has never been an easy thing to do, and telling all of us it’s only two more years isn’t easy, either. But we have skype and phone and emails… and I’m not going to cry.
Life takes odd twists and turns sometimes. It’s ok. It’s all an adventure and develops character, right?
The only thing I’m about to go beserker Mama on is the jerks who tell my kids that coming from a divorced family will scar them for life, and they will never be normal. No. No, it won’t, and do you really think telling children that is a good idea? I don’t care if you know someone who had a bad time after a divorce. People are what they CHOOSE to be, and just because their upbringing is different from ‘how it always was’ doesn’t mean they won’t grow up to be happy, healthy, loving human beings. So stop it. You don’t know what you are talking about, and if you say it to my kids again, I will make sure you never see them again.
I didn’t divorce lightly. It was a huge decision. So was leaving my children in the care of their father, but after he’d been largely out of their lives for three years, he asked to have them while I undertook going back to school full time. It wasn’t easy to say yes. It’s less easy to live several states away. But he’s taking good care of them, and this too will pass.
And I won’t cry.