I've been divorced for some years now. I've since remarried and have a new son as a result. But I still have my other two from my first marriage. As the short years have rolled by, my time with them has been ever shrunk from full 50/50 to, now, only every other weekend from 6:30 PM on Friday to 6:30 PM on Sunday.
I have to go on record to say that there is not a thing that's fair about divorce and there must be some better way.
I hope that the line stops here and that I'll aways get at least this much. Of course, I'm completely paranoid that I'll lose more. I steel myself to the realization that what I've had is probably more than I'll ever get again. I suppose this is a feeling all parents must face, divorced or not. It just seems more precious to me. I know there is very little I can do to change the way this works out. I just try to do the best I can whenever I see them. I try not to miss them too much when they're away--my family needs me to be there for them too. Still I wish I didn't have to and that all my children were with me all the time.
If you know a divorced father out there, give him a hug and tell him it will be okay.
I always try to remember that I can't solve every problem and that I can only do my best. Life has many challenges with many outcomes great and small--with triumphs and defeats. I have faith that I'm doing is what I should be and is all that I can. Still, I wish it could be more.
Chandler, Sabrina, Gabe and Amy, I love you all very dearly. I always have and I always will.
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