I woke this morning in sadness…
The kind of sadness only a divorced father could know…
I separated from my ex wife in 2012, and we finalized our divorce in June of 2013.
Those were very hard times. Scary times for me…
After years of identifying myself as a happily married father of two beautiful girls, my identity was gone…
I woke up alone and afraid one night in a strange apartment. Yes, it was my home. My new home. But not one I ever envisioned for myself. And I wasn’t prepared for the loneliness…
My girls were not there. Nobody to tuck in. To kiss goodnight. To make a sandwich for. To sit on the couch and watch tv with…
Oh how I missed the mundane. And I still do…
The years that have followed have been good years. Rebuilding years. I focused my energies into my business and myself. I have accepted my new identity as a loving divorced dad...
The every other weekend and Wednesday type of dad. That was me, except I was lucky. I had my daughters on Tuesdays too…
While I would generally describe my relationship with my ex wife as a decent one, there has been conflict. More conflict then I care to endure…
Mostly arguing over parenting time. Always around the holidays. But more and more, I feel my time with my daughters is being squeezed.
And at this point in my life, I have decided that I am done fighting. It saps my strength. My energy. Takes away the focus I have for making myself and the world around me better…
I love my daughters. I know they love me. I will always be their Dad.
But I am weary. Weary of fighting the good fight. Weary of defending the words in a divorce agreement written 7 years ago…
Ken
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