And the hits they just keep coming. I was talking to a friend last night, and it was agreed if my current life were a movie script, the writers would be told to dial it back a bit because it’s pushing the boundaries of believability. This divorce is not conventional. Many women going through a divorce still are receiving financial and child-care support from their estranged husbands. They can count on having every other weekend, and maybe even a day or two during the week when the kids are with their dad.
It’s not going to work out that way for our family. I’ve known and accepted for some time that there would be no financial support for me or the kids, but I was still holding to the thinnest of hope that my kids’ father would step up and still be a decent dad. On Saturday, all those hopes were dashed, and my kids and I were thrown into grieving and loss again.
It will be a long time and a lot of work before their father can regain any of his parental rights. This is not me being mean- this is mandated by the law. I wish I could tell more of the story without violating the privacy of those involved, but I don’t think I can.
But from here on out, it’s me and the kids. I’m reeling as I process that, and try and plot the new course of our lives. We can do this. My children are bright and resilient, and I am capable and strong. We can do this. We can. And we will.