As I sat at my Mother’s Thanksgiving table looking at the fantastic sunset, I was filled appreciation for the opportunity to break bread with so many people I am lucky enough to call my family.
We walk a fine line when talking about something so personal as divorce, and our roles in it. Whether we choose to share a lot or a little is also a very individual choice. But at the core, our stories tell as much about ourselves as they do about our exes.
As a divorced parent, we also need to do what we can to protect the feelings of our children from our first marriage as much as we can.
I am realizing what Father’s Day is really all about. It is not about celebrating me, but rather a time to celebrate what an honor and privilege it is to be a dad and a son.
Many people break up and reconcile. Break up and reconcile. Break up and reconcile. These relationships can be quite dramatic, and in fact for some the very chaos of that pattern can be addictive.
When I first got divorced, I would claim the upside (if there even is one) was that I finally had a moment to myself. I was able to read a book, go for a walk, and hang out with friends.
“Do you think it’s worse to be left for a woman than a man?”
If I had money for every time that question was posed to me, I’d have a lot of money. The truth is, I wasn’t left for either; I was put on the back burner so he could figure out his station in life. He came to the conclusion that, at 47 years old, he preferred men.