Some say I took the easy way out...
this is anything but easy.
Gil and I seperated when Max was only 2 years old.
Now he's 5 - and last night he broke down.
It was a normal night...we read a book, said our prayers, and laid down to fall asleep. And I started to hear Max whimper. It started out so softly that I thought I was only imagining it. But it quickly turned into full-blown sobbing.
I asked him what was wrong -
and my heart broke when he cried "I miss my Daddy!"
It caught me off guard because it's been so long since he has done this.
99% of the time Max is the most well-adjusted, happy, carefree little boy.
But I am often reminded that the choices that his father and I made are STILL affecting our sweet little boy every single day of his life.
Even if I don't see the effects all the time.
Even if I still feel this was the right choice for all of us.
Even if it still hurts.
No one should ever say divorce is the easy way out.
It's HARD and it's BRUTAL...and it's our reality.
Our hearts are still healing and probably always will be.