Okay, 24 hours was all I could take of having my personal story on here. It was a good personal challenge to myself and very cathartic. I appreciate the suggestions. So, maybe we can open it up to just a general discussion on separated families if anyone has anything to say.
I don’t know what separated you two..but if there’s a chance in hell you can keep the family together..do what ever it takes to do it..sounds like if you would have had your way you would have kept it together….Sometimes you have to go the extra mile and figure it out and tell the whole truth..the truth I here in your communication is ..I really want to bring this back together..
like I said I don’t know your circumstance..but if there is any chance you can make it work out in any form ..for your kids..( sounds like you’re a great dad, which is a rarity)..you owe it to your self and your kids ,,,
Continue to make yourself better for whatever your future holds ... self, children, work, ex wife, future wife, etc ... that is really all you can control .... the benefits from having that focus in your life will keep you from feeling as if you left something out that could have been ... don’t look back too often ...
the only thing i could offer would most likely be regarded as quite trite and pretentious on these hallowed boards.
doors closing and opening… challenges bringing out the best of us…heavy medication for perspective in the transition…the glorious opportunity to look at the morning anew, unsure of what new facet of yourself will be nourished today…
the only thing i could offer would most likely be regarded as quite trite and pretentious on these hallowed boards.
doors closing and opening… challenges bringing out the best of us…heavy medication for perspective in the transition…the glorious opportunity to look at the morning anew, unsure of what new facet of yourself will be nourished today…
I never saw the original story, but I can kind of infer what the sitch is.
Even tho I’m not a parent, I was raised by a single mom.
Dad wasn’t really around, maybe once or twice a year.
So when I turned 18 I told him to go #### himself. To his face.
Haven’t seen or talked to him since.
You were lucky to have seen your dad. I never saw mine to speak to past the age of ten, gone from my life with a whole new family. Otherwise same story, raised by single mom. I think I saw my father once when I was about 20, at a basketball game with a cub scout pack and maybe one or more of my half sybs. I was kind of happy about the split in later years. As luck would have it, I did very well for myself and went in a direction I may not have considered has the split not happened. His second family, I was told, did not attend college as I did.
