I know I have good friends who follow my blog, whether they agree or not, they follow it to make me feel less “alone” out there in the world. They follow it to give me emotional support and to let me know I’m not crazy. It’s also really really cool when someone else reads and enjoys (or “gets it”) it that is not one of my normal followers. It’s great to share thoughts and feelings and see what others are going through. This one touched me, even though I’m not from a broken home (I was the first in my family to get a divorce), my kids now are – and yes it’s a frightening statistic to see divorce becoming so cyclical in our lives. I thought you might enjoy this insight from a fellow blogger. No matter the ages of your children when you divorce, it makes an impression and “colors their world” for their future.
I had a moment tonight. The tears flowed freely. I am angry and I am despairing that my family is broken. My ex is taking our youngest son to visit my ex-inlaws at their cabin, to do all the fun things we used to do as a family. I hate him for destroying our family. I miss our family. I abhor his selfish ways. I MISS MY FAMILY!! No matter what anyone says, things will never be the same. No matter what, we will always be divorced. Eventually, my ex has informed me that he will remarry, thus leaving the boys with a blended family. Divorce sucks and the consequences are evil. If you haven’t realized I am all over the place in the grieving process. That lead me to think about what family means. This is the first of a three part series on family.
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