The end of this summer marks the completion of 6 full years
of walking the single parent road. The separation / divorce I didn’t ask for is
now just a part of my life. Last week I had the opportunity to learn just how
far I’ve come in that time.
It used to hurt when people asked what happened. I dreaded
being asked “where is your husband?” I cringed when someone asked the girls why
their daddy wasn’t with us. But slowly the pain has faded. I no longer fear
being asked.
And this was made evident last week. A friend’s daughter
asked, as kids often do, “where are S&A?” when I was at an event alone. I
replied “they’re with their dad today and I get to pick them up tonight.” She
responded “Oh.” Then she was quiet a minute. Then she asked “Wait. Are they all
at your house waiting for you?” I
continued: “No, they’re at their dad’s house. They come back to my house
tonight.” And then she asked “Does their dad not live with you?” me: “no, he lives with their stepmom and
little brother.” Her: “Wait. They have a brother and he is not your baby?” Me: “Correct.” Her: “What, does their dad not like you
anymore?” (Her dad interjects here to
try and get her to stop with all the questions.
I said it was ok to continue) Me:
“yeah, I think he didn’t like me too much any more”. Her: “that’s dumb. You and S & A are fun.” <end
conversation>
A few years ago – not too many years ago , in fact – this would
have upset me a lot. I could have probably held it together and managed to
sneak away before bursting into tears. In the first few years, I would not have
even made it through half of that exchange before I would have excused myself.
But last week? It was OK. Kids just ask what they are thinking and wondering,
and just call it like they see it. They don’t intend to hurt, usually. And I
was pleasantly surprised to learn that I wasn’t phased by the conversation at
all. Sure, it’s still a little pang, as the circumstances by which my ex “decided
he didn’t like me anymore” are rather lousy. But, gone are the days of this
making me an emotional train wreck. So, thanks my little friend, for showing me
that it really is ok to talk about it – all of it – and that my heart is back
in one piece.
Posting as a part of Five Minute Friday. You can read the
posts on the prompt “Learn” here
at Kate’s place. (I am a week late so the link up isn’t open). The link up
for this week coming soon J

