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You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone know how to love. – Warsan Shire
I have been told by more than one person, guys specifically, that I verge on terrifying. I didn’t get it at first. Like how am I terrifying? Terrifying because I might hurt you? Terrifying because you might hurt me? Terrifying because are falling for me and the timing is bad?
All of those are valid. And I know I am intense. I know I over-analyze things and can be insecure and needy. I am not exactly passive. I have strong opinions and am honest to a fault, except for when I’m not. When I fall, I fall hard and fast, and I expect way more than most can give. And I know I have darkness, like a lot of it, and I’m terrible at hiding it.
That’s it, isn’t it? After decades of wondering what the hell I was doing wrong, I think I finally see it, my tragic flaw. The darkness.
It is tragic. Because as it turns out, most of you are scared of the dark.
I used to be. I used to use smoke and mirrors too, to trick you, to trick myself, into believing that I was normal. Not just normal, but happy and fun and positive, with no issues or past experiences that would make me need or expect too much. This usually worked for a month or so. My scars were deep enough that you couldn’t see them unless you got close enough, which I would make sure didn’t happen.
But I couldn’t sustain it. Once the smoke cleared, what was staring back at me, what was finally exposed, wasn’t pretty, at least not all of it. And you would slowly back away. I always wished you would have done it sooner, that I would have shown you sooner, because now you just confirmed that the bad outweighs the good… and I kind of liked you.
So I don’t do that anymore. I simply can’t. I think you deserve to know what you are signing up for. And I want to know, sooner than later, if you can’t handle it. If the dark parts scare you, then I certainly don’t want to keep entrusting you with them. These are the parts that are currently the strongest, and also the most fragile.
So you are going to see them, sooner than later. And you are going to have to show me yours. You are going to have to expose those places where you go to hide. And you are going to have to tell me when you go there and why.
You don’t have to, clearly. You can slowly back away. Because I assure you, it’s not easy or comfortable. But if you haven’t done it, or at least started the process, then you don’t truly know why it is that you do what you do, which includes how you deal with me. If you don’t know what your patterns are, what triggers you and how you will react, then I won’t know how to best handle them, how to best handle you.
So I want to see them. Your demons, those you have worked so hard to keep hidden. I want to meet them. They are actually who I want to meet the most. Because they are why I fell for you. There could not be so much good if you had not experienced so much bad. Your scars would not be scars if your wounds had not started to heal. And your scars are what I think make you beautiful. They make you unique and brave and resilient. They are your story, and your story is what I want to know, the good and the bad.
So I get it. You want to remain in the realm of comfortable and easy. You want to keep feeling good and try to forget the bad.
But you won’t forget it. It will always be there. Until you bring it out into the light. Until you get a really good look at it, study it, learn to understand it, then it will always return to the surface and attempt to extinguish the good.
So what if you question it instead? What if ask yourself why it always comes back? Why does it still scare you? What if it was just an experience- a reminder of what you have overcome, not a deciding factor of what you will become?
I’m not there yet. I’m admittedly a bit lost and have little clarity at this point as to where I will land. And yes, sometimes it is terrifying.
So if it is darkness that scares you, then I get why you would be.
You are exactly right. There is a good amount of dark. But I promise I’ll show it to you. I’ll make sure you know what you are signing up for. And yes, it verges on terrifying. But sometimes, that which we fear, in the end, transforms itself into something beautiful.
And, just so you know, I’m not afraid of the dark.
“If you are afraid of your darkness, you are afraid of your own soul”. –anonymous
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“The opposite of recognizing that we’re feeling something is denying our emotions…disengaging. When we deny our stories and disengage from tough emotions, they don’t go away; they own us, they define us. Our job is not to deny the story, but to defy the ending .” – Brene Brown
Timing. I struggle with this whole thing, both in the sense of the ‘space-time continuum’ and in the sense of being defined as ‘good or bad’.
Bad timing. We hear it all the time. It’s usually a deal breaker, right? You got the perfect job offer or met your person or want to move to a new city…whatever the situation, there is something you want, but the circumstances aren’t ideal for it to happen. I actually think bad timing can be split into two versions: timing of things or events that happen to you, and timing as the point when you decide to let things or events happen to you.
Timing as uncontrollable: Clearly, there are events in our lives over which we have no control. For me, there have been life-changing events that have happened, seemingly at the worst possible time, and I had no say in whether they happened or not. My dad getting terminal cancer when I was just about to graduate from high school. My mom getting in a fatal car accident two weeks before I was moving to Spain. Meeting who I thought was my person at the exact point in his life when everything came crashing down.
Timing as a decision: But there are also times in our lives when events happen because we decide for them to, or not to. We convince ourselves that whether or not something can happen is contingent on all things being in the ideal state necessary for the desired outcome. If I hadn’t had my heart broken, I could be happy in a new relationship. If I wasn’t so busy looking for a job, I could write the book I want to get published, etc.
Space-time continuum. This concept of time is pretty straightforward. Time as a duration. What we use to define how long it takes to do something or for something to happen. How long we have been married or working at a job or living somewhere.
Timing has become particularly relevant in every sense of the word over the past year. Falling in love ‘at the worst possible time’. The duration and perception of time enduring six months in a dysfunctional relationship. The death of three boys because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Time can be a curse, or an excuse, or a source of hope and progress. It is completely dependent on how we choose to approach it.
This has become especially apparent for me as I try to approach dating and relationships post-divorce and heartbreak. I’ve heard repeatedly from well-intentioned friends, “Are you sure you are ready?”, “You know, they say it takes at least half the time you were in a relationship to get over it.”, “You are supposed to give yourself at least a year after you get a divorce before you start dating again.”
Am I ready? Do I need to wait a year, or 5 months? What if I meet my person somewhere in-between? Do I walk away because the allotted time has not passed? Am I measuring time by the actual end of the relationship or the point at which I knew it was over?
I just don’t think there is a bulletproof strategy or ‘perfect time’ to get back out there. Clearly, there are points in our life that might be better or worse for starting a new relationship. But I think this is something we have to decide for ourselves, not because a friend or a book or a therapist gave us the go-ahead.
Timing can be a deal breaker, there is no question, but I also think that we have a huge say in whether it is or not. I think we often use it as an excuse. It is easier to dismiss something as bad timing vs. questioning why the timing is bad. Is it really timing? Or is it the underlying emotions we are too afraid to unpack? Acknowledging they exist means we have to do the work. Admitting timing is irrelevant- if we are brave enough to do so- initiates a process that can be very painful and anything but a quick fix.
But isn’t it actually more painful to keep repeating the things that aren’t working in our lives? Isn’t it more painful to continue preventing ourselves from experiencing life fully, whether that be love, fulfillment, success…whatever it is that would make your heart happy. But happy takes work. It isn’t something that just happens. It is something we have to make happen. It’s a decision.
I have this quote by Mike Dooley posted on my desk was a complete revelation to me.
“No one can be both happy and unhappy at the same time, right? One blights the other.”
Completely logical and seemingly impossible at times to apply to my day-to-day. It would be much easier to be the victim, to believe all of these things are happening to me, and chalk it up to bad timing. But I just don’t believe that, as tempting as it can be. I think we decide which approach we are going to take- are we the victims of ‘fate’, or are we the masters of it?
This has brought me right back to timing, but in the time-continuum sense. Application, essentially. How exactly do I do this whole transformation part? I’ll bring it back to relationships, since this is definitely something that has not been working for me, and I’m not the least bit interested in recreating my past experiences with them.
Am I ready to get into a relationship? I really don’t know. The truth is, I’m questioning everything right now. I don’t 100% trust myself anymore. My intuition and ‘follow my heart’ approach to life has not served me of late. It is extremely challenging at this point to trust myself, or anyone else for that matter. More times than not, I find myself functioning from a place of fear and insecurity.
So does this confirm that I’m really not ready to put myself back out there? Maybe. But I’m not sure the alternative, forcing myself to steer clear of all things intimate, is the solution either. I don’t think you can know for sure unless you know and trust yourself enough to listen to what your intuition is telling you.
What I do know is that I can’t do the work if I’m not giving myself the chance to try again. True, I need to be very cognizant of the issues I need to work on. But, if I am determined to never go back to the place I was a few months ago, then I have to figure out how to go another direction. Standing still certainly isn’t going to get me anywhere.
Oddly enough, the general theory of relativity kept surfacing when I was thinking about all of this. Quick review (I definitely needed one).
The theory dealing with gravity…based on the postulate that the local effects of a gravitational field and of acceleration of an inertial system are identical.
I know, where the hell is this going? Bear with me, here.
If we want to move forward, then we have to be willing to fall and trust that the result will be a progression forward. One cannot happen without the other, because they are happening simultaneously.
And just to take it to the extreme, cause that is what I do, let’s consider the space-time continuum
The four-dimensional continuum- consisting of length, width, depth, and time- in which all objects are located and all events occur, viewed as a single and continuous framework for existence.
So, moving forward in time (i.e. progress), and how far we are able to go, are inseparable from the depth and breadth to which we travel.
Okay, just one more and I’ll stop.
There is a cosmological theory that the space-time continuum has a curvature in 3 dimensions. So, if you travel in one direction long enough, you will return to the same place where you began.
So, metaphorically speaking, if one of the primary forces of gravity is acceleration, then couldn’t that mean that we have to let ourselves be pulled down/go to the depths of what is keeping us stuck, in order to move forward? Isn’t the latter impossible without the former? If we do let ourselves travel the depth and length needed, then wouldn’t that lead us back to the place we were, to a place of falling or being in love, but now armed with the knowledge and tools we acquired on our journey back?
Just something I was thinking about…
Regardless of the applicability of my Einstein tangent, I think you simply have to find the courage to go deep, dig up all the shit that is keeping you from where you want to be, and replace it with behaviors and actions that will manifest what you truly want.
Some say that you have to be alone to do this. I don’t agree. For me, my issues usually surface when I am navigating the emotions involved with being intimate with someone. All the fears and insecurities that, for me, are inseparable from making myself completely vulnerable and opening myself up to potential rejection. It’s actually my worst fear and what has resulted in the most growth.
When you do experience the pain of rejection, the last thing you want to do is go through it again. it’s instinctual, right? Fight or flight. Stronger than our inherent desire to avoid pain is our instinctual desire to make it stop once we feel it. But it’s been my experience that it is much more painful to be alone because I was too scared of getting hurt, than to stay and fight through the pain with someone I love and trust. You can’t experience the opposite of pain and fear, which I think is love, if you choose ‘flight’.
So I guess that is where I’m at. I’m ready to fight again. Maybe it is too soon. Jumping back in the arena sounds terrifying. It is terrifying. It feels so much safer to stay on the periphery, to protect myself from any more potential suffering.
But is this living? Or is it just existing?
I don’t want to just exist. So my only other option is to fight. Yes, it’s scary, but complacency scares me more. I saw my parents do it, my grandparents do it, others I love do it. It was heartbreaking to watch and it literally killed them. I tried to fight for them, but I couldn’t save them. So now it’s me and the things I love I have to fight for. I don’t think it will always be a fight, in the sense of a struggle. But I do think there is always a certain degree of pain to navigate in the beginning.
But I think it’s time, and it has nothing to do with timing and everything to do with my decision to risk falling in order to move forward.
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You and I were at a party, we were traveling abroad and somehow found ourselves at an intimate gathering of locals, sipping champagne in their private courtyard. It felt like a dream- a soft glow drifted out from the sconces, creating distorted shadows of the vines climbing up the stone walls surrounding us. It felt magical and unsettling at the same time. I remember feeling anxious and trapped when I should have been relaxed and happy.
I tried to get your attention to let you know how uncomfortable I was, but you were completely focused on them. I felt a twinge of jealously, like I could have disappeared and you would not have even noticed. So I did. And you didn’t.
I’m not sure what happened after that exactly, the details are blurry. I tried to find the car, but it wasn’t where I remembered. The streets were uncomfortably narrow, wedged between two stone walls that prevented me from seeing what was ahead. They all started to look the same, weaving in and out of courtyard after courtyard, splitting into several different paths that seemed to lead me back to the same place, which wasn’t where I was supposed to be. I was so far from where you were at that point, and I had no idea how to get back.
I knew it was all my fault. I could have stayed and just enjoyed the fact that you were happy. They didn’t want me there, I could tell, but I should have figured out a way to convince them to. Instead, I let them win. I was lost and own my own, and they got you all to themselves…
And then I woke up.
This is a recurring dream that I have had since I was a little girl. The scenario changes each time, but the theme is always the same. I am in a room with one or more people, usually strangers, who are threatening to take away or even kill someone I love. I either get trapped inside and have to figure out how to escape to rescue this person, or I somehow get separated from them and I can’t get back. Either way, if I don’t escape or find my way back, I will never see them again.
This time it was you I had to get back to, and the killers were not strangers. They were your children.
“The single greatest predictor that a marriage will fail is the presence of children from a previous marriage or relationship. It might surprise us. But the truth is that the divorce rate is 50% higher in remarriages with children than in those without… while kids have very little say in a parent’s decision to remarry and form a new family, they do have tremendous power to break it up.”
– Wednesday Martin, Ph.D.
Your kids. They terrify me. They terrify most of us. Us, the women who are not the mother of your children. The women you have chosen to be a part of your lives, but just not that part, not yet. Our survival weighs heavily on whether or not your children deem us acceptable to be a part of your lives. There are so many factors and dynamics involved that dictate how much power they have to sway your decision one way or the other. But the reality is, we have absolutely no control over whether you have the courage, patience, and commitment to us necessary to navigate the emotions and potential turmoil that it will take to get us all to good.
Falling in love is effortless, unavoidable even. I believe it is one of the two most amazing experiences we will ever have. It is exhilarating, all-consuming, life-changing….and terrifying.
The second? Bringing a child into the world. Which I imagine would be all of those things as well. At least, that is what I’ve heard. I know the first very well. I do not and most likely never will know the second, which now seems to be the biggest deterrent to actualizing the first. I am realizing that sustaining a new relationship after a divorce or separation involving kids becomes next to impossible if you are still consumed with the residual guilt, fear, and sense of failure that is seemingly inseparable from the end of your marriage.
The reason I don’t have children is not because I didn’t want them. My life just didn’t unfold in a way that made it an option. But it never occurred to me that I would end up without my own family. This didn’t bother me until recently, because I never felt like anything was lacking. My family had never been confined to my own blood-line.
But now this has changed. I guess the reality of my divorce, and the fact that I had to let go of the only family I had, made me realize how badly I want one to call my own, even if it is not from my own blood-line.
When I started dating again, I was so pessimistic about the chances of finding someone period that whether or not he had children seemed inconsequential.
Initially, the thought of meeting someone with children seemed exciting to me. I considered it a gift, actually. I would get to love him and those whom he loves most. I just had no idea how complicated all of this would be, despite the fact that I put my own stepmom through hell when my dad remarried. I guess I thought that would never happen to me.
So here I am, reeling from 3 attempts at dating men who have kids. Only one of which seemed like it was headed towards a long-term commitment, and all of which proved to be challenging beyond what I could have ever imagined. The kid/s were not the primary reason it didn’t work in all of the scenarios, but it was an additional dynamic that made trying to learn each other and settle into our new relationship much more difficult.
In theory, being in love shouldn’t be scary. It isn’t. It’s terrifying. We have opened ourselves up to all the risks that are inherent in handing over your heart to someone. This in and of itself is an emotional roller coaster. Add the dynamic of children, it’s a fucking amusement park, and not necessarily the fun kind. I think it can be. I hope it will be, but getting to that point has not proven to be an easy ride. In fact, thus far, all things relationship and happily ever after have been completely derailed because neither one of us knows how to do this.
We now have little, or not so little, people who have been thrust into a world of pretty dramatic change- alternating weekends with one parent or the other, less time with both, a second home, maybe a new school, disrupted schedules. Most likely they feel like their world has been turned upside down. I know I did when my parents divorced.
Depending on how much time has passed since the divorce and how ‘ugly’ the ending was, introducing more change into their lives seems like insult to injury. No matter what, some serious transition and adjustments are going to have to be made if a new person is going to be integrated into their lives. And the reality is, we have very little to no say as to how and when this will happen.
Us vs. Them
I haven’t met them yet. You tell me how excited you are for me to. You tell me every last detail about them- their talents, their strengths, their quirks, their accomplishments, their triggers, their favorite foods and music and who their friends are and what they love to do in their free time. And I listen and I ask questions and I take mental notes…because I want to. I want to know every last detail, because I want to know them, I want to know these people who are a part of you and I want to fall in love with them like I did with you. But I can’t until you tell me ‘the time is right’.
And so I wait. I listen some more. I ask more questions. I take more notes. I try to be patient and believe you when you say you really are excited for them to get to know me.
But if you are honest with yourself and me, you are just as scared as I am. Regardless of how the marriage ended and who left whom, you most likely feel guilty because you ‘failed’ your family, because you don’t get to spend as much time with them, because you want them to have a stable, happy environment to grow up in, because maybe they aren’t adjusting as well as you had hoped they would.
I can only imagine all the emotions that you are going through and all the fears that you have, and for very legitimate reasons. But you don’t share them with me. Instead, you withdraw or lash out or start resenting me for even the possibility of a negative impact. Any questions I ask or perspectives I offer start to just piss you off because…
“I don’t get it. I don’t have kids.’
Wednesday Martin, author of Stepmonster, sites several longitudinal studies by psychologists focusing on remarried life with kids. These studies show that kids of all ages resent getting a stepmother more than getting a stepfather, and that they resent her for longer. In fact, a large percentage of kids were happier about their moms finding someone new than their dads. This held true regardless of how the previous marriage ended or whether or not the new girlfriend or wife was the “homewrecker”. For whatever reasons, she becomes the target of the children’s resentment, anger, or any other negative emotions they experience as a result of the divorce
This certainly is reason for concern. Obviously this isn’t always the case, but you can understand why it might feel like we are set up to fail here. If we just keep quiet and try to avoid conflict, we set ourselves up for a lifelong battle for an equal place at the table. If we speak our truth, share our frustrations and insecurities, then we ‘don’t get it’ or we are selfish or needy or unsympathetic.
So we read books, listen to podcasts, seek advice from our friends. We try not to make you worry or we minimalize how shitty it can feel when you check out on us or cancel last minute when something comes up with your kids. We practice what we might say or how we might react if we actually ever get to meet them. What would we do if they are cold or aloof or sarcastic? What if they start pushing you away? What if they just hate us and try to sabotage our relationship? Regardless, we try not to burden you with how we feel. We try to give you space and time and support.
We try. But sometimes we do anything but. Inevitably, at some point, we will fall prey to all the confusing, painful, and terrifying emotions that we are grappling with.
Because, if it has not yet become blatantly obvious, we have no idea how to do this.
And it is scary and frustrating and we get insecure and disappointed and needy. And it is always in the back of our minds that at the end of the day you might convince yourself that you have to choose, that you can’t or don’t deserve to have us in your life. The last thing we want is for you to feel like you have to choose, and we would never put you in that position. But we know, without question, if you decide that you do, it most definitely won’t be us.
I’m not sure exactly. I feel like I haven’t learned a thing other than this is so unbelievably hard and has proven to be a painful experiment for all of us.
But this is our reality. This is what we have to face when trying to navigate the world of ‘your kids’. I don’t believe this new world is insurmountable or a deal breaker. This isn’t some new phenomenon that no one has experienced and successfully figured out how to handle. But it clearly is going to take a significant amount of effort and commitment from everyone involved. I think it is worth it if it means we can be together, and I am willing to put in the effort. So I have done a little research.
Please note: I am not delving into the perspective of ‘your ex’ here, nor am I trying to represent how your kids feel or what they are experiencing. I have immersed myself in trying to understand those too, because they are very clearly crucial to the likelihood of our relationship enduring. But there is simply too much to be covered in one sitting to adequately view this from every angle. All I can do here is give you my perspective and try to share some things I have discovered that might help us do this better. But there is no black and white, tried and true approach to making all of this work. There are just too many factors and influences involved for this to be that easy. But it’s a start…
I didn’t want to buy into this. Forever the optimistic and an against-all–odds type of girl, I had convinced myself that timing was just another obstacle that we could overcome to confirm that love indeed conquers all.
But this has not proven to be the case. And waiting for the right time seems to mean that we will be waiting for an eternity. I question whether there is ever a right time, but you believe there will be. So we continue to wait.
Richard Jaramillo, author of column/blog, singledad.com, recommends for us to not even attempt starting a relationship with a single dad until he has crossed the one year mark. He feels this is enough time for most to process the various emotions (specifically guilt) that come with a divorce involving kids. At this point a man will usually decide to take one of two approaches to his life and relationships. He will either be the ‘victim man’ or the ‘make life happen man’. In other words, he will remain immersed in his guilt and fear and might never be ready or willing to be vulnerable, honest, and intimate enough to build anything real and sustainable.
Or, he will decide to choose a new direction and make a commitment to embrace this new version of what his family looks like. He will take active steps to live a life that nurtures the process of everyone working together to be happy, even if that means forging through the difficult emotions and experiences that might be involved. He will be ready and willing to be vulnerable, honest, and intimate enough to build a relationship that is real and sustainable.
I wish I would have read this a year ago.
Putting the kids first
I have heard this from a few of you who have reached out to share your experiences. You have realized that for your kids to learn what healthy relationships are, you have to put your relationship with your partner first, and this includes your new partner. This floored me. I was led to believe in my second attempt at this that I was being completely selfish and unrealistic to think that I deserved to have an equal place in his life. I understood it on some level, or tried to, and convinced myself, or he convinced me, that I was in fact selfish and unrealistic to believe any different.
Emma Johnson elaborates on this point by explaining that dads often struggle to claim their place as equally ‘good’ parents, especially if they are not awarded sole custody. There is an unspoken assumption that the father is the lesser or ‘bad’ parent and the mother is the ‘good parent’. So the dad tends to go to the extreme to prove his devotion to his kids or dismantle his guilt. I suspect that men might fall prey to this because they feel they weren’t around as much or had a harder time communicating or expressing their feelings with their kids.
Author and expert, Karen Finn, addresses a resulting phenomenon that is so true but almost never acknowledged.
Ex-wives can be bullies too.
I can speak from experience with this one. My mom was definitely the bully post- divorce. My dad wasn’t a good communicator, nor was he able to express his feelings easily. But he was still a great dad. Not perfect by any means, he made a lot of pretty substantial mistakes, but I always knew he loved me. Do I have ‘dad issues’? Most likely. And I’m sure I have ‘mom issues’ as well, and issues because I was bullied at school, or because a teacher told me I was less than. But I will say this; my mom’s behavior and actions after my parents got a divorce was very confusing and painful. And I get it. After experiencing heartbreak on a very deep level myself, I can only imagine the resentment she felt and struggle she had trying to heal and create a normal, stable environment for us. I know she did the best she could, but she most definitely chose the path of the bully.
Finn highlights some ways women bully their ex-husbands if they perhaps did not want the divorce or their marriage ended in a way that left them angry and hurt:
- She manipulates by withholding child visitation.
- She undermines and belittles her ex-husband’s parenting.
- She micro-manages her ex’s interactions with the kids to prove she is in control and the ‘better’ parent.
All can read her advice for dealing with this, but the gist of it is this: limit communication with her (but NOT your kids), avoid getting caught up in her drama, and stand your ground by establishing boundaries and not reacting in the moment (easier said than done).
A reoccurring them throughout everything I have read and heard is the thing that is probably the most obvious and most difficult to do.
Your kids are not ignorant to or clueless about what is going on. Whether it be the fact that there is tension between the two of you or you are in the middle of getting the divorce, your kids are in the middle of it and they know what is going on. I don’t need to tell you this. You know it, but you are still going to try to do whatever you can to protect them and keep their lives as ‘normal’ as possible. That is all they want, right? Kids just want to be normal. They want to immerse themselves in their friends and their plans for the weekend and their upcoming soccer game. They don’t want to deal with your drama. No, they don’t want you to get a divorce. They most likely want to have you both in the same house and be able to see you both before they go to bed. But I guarantee you, even if they get angry with you or are hurt by the divorce, your kids want you to be happy. Your kids just want to be kids, they want to be happy, and they want you to be happy. I guess I shouldn’t try to speak for them, but this is what I wanted for my parents.
I heard the most heartwarming story from someone who reached out to me about this very subject. He was married for over 20 years and, although the decision to divorce was somewhat mutual, it did not end well. He, like most, tried to stay in it and work things out for the kids. He admitted that he regretted not leaving a decade earlier because both he and his ex-wife could have replaced those years of frustration and dysfunction with relationships that were fulfilling and healthy.
Both his kids clearly knew they were having problems and that divorce was most likely inevitable. His daughter was more aware and attune to the dynamics of the time he spent trying to fix things, and she finally sat him down and said this:
“Dad, you’ve really tried hard and made some very noticeable changes for over a year now. But it’s not going to make a difference to Mom. As far as me? All of my friends’ parents are divorced. Why should I be any different?”
What a brave soul. She was only 15 at the time.
He expressed so much emotion when he told me this and confessed that this was the very moment that he decided it was time to let go. She gave him ‘permission’ to end it and he felt like an ubearable weight had finally been lifted off of him.
But this is a gift that most won’t receive. And the fact is, it should not be the kids who should be initiating these conversations. I completely get it. It is uncomfortable to bring this shit up. You want to enjoy your kids or at least not make them uncomfortable. Or you feel like you are protecting them by keeping them from the drama. But you aren’t. They see it and feel it and are right in the middle of it. You HAVE to talk to them. You have to give them the opportunity to ask questions or try to empathize or at least process what is happening. I wish my dad would have done this. Even when the divorce was in the distant past, I had questions I wanted to ask. When he ended his second marriage, I wanted to ask him if he was okay and try to understand what happened, or at the very least just give him a hug and let him know he was loved. But we didn’t talk about those things.
I am sure I will get backlash by some of you because I don’t have kids and ‘I don’t get it’. I don’t, I guess. But I’m trying. And I want to.
I want to figure out how to make everything work. I want to meet your kids, to get the chance to love them. And I want them to love me. I want to establish a friendship with them and give them whatever they need to make all of this easier. And I want to make it all easier for you. I want to take away your pain and guilt and fear. I want to understand exactly how you feel and do and say exactly what you need to hear to feel supported and loved.
But I need these things from you, as well. You are not the only one going through this. They are not the only ones going through this. If you really want us to work, if you really want to make your life happen, you have to acknowledge that I am struggling just as much as all of you are. And you have to put the effort in to try to make things easier for me, too.
I do believe happy ever after is in the realm of possibilities. Not a perfect ever after, not something that is glued together for the sake of appearances, but something real, something that will slowly unfold, full of all the good and bad that will make up this new version of your family. But you will have to introduce us first.
Articles Quoted and Referenced
Why single parents should put their kids second when dating– Emma Johnson
Guess Who Has the Power in a Remarriage with Children? – Wednesday Martin
How to Date a Divorced Dad: Brave New Dating Girl- RJ Jaramillo
Five tips that will help you thrive while dating a divorced dad –ASKIA NELSON http://www.heysaturday.co/5-tips-to-help-you-thrive-while-dating-a-divorced-dad/
3 Bullsh*t Ways WOMEN Bully Men After Divorce —P.S. Your Kids Notice- Karen Finn
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