Good morning everyone (or afternoon).
I just kind of felt like getting this out. After 11 years of marriage I'm getting divorced. As tough as all this is to go through, somehow I've been able to "hang in there". I get to see my kids as often as I want and they visit me Friday through Sunday, so thats pretty good compared to what I've heard some other fathers get for visitation.
So... this weekend, I moved into an apartment. At first I was excited, but when I went to bed last night in that quiet empty apartment, all I could think of was how the rest of my family is back at "home" without me. My god, I felt like someone had died. This isnt what I've worked literally half my life for. What an agonizing night. My mind just wouldnt stop with all the memories, etc., and the thought that those things are gone forever.
Every morning my two kids would come into our bedroom and snuggle up in the bed for a couple hours before I went to work. And this morning... nothing. Now I'm 33 and get to start all over, making a new family and still loving the one I've got (at least the kids).
This is pretty darn hard. Its such a challenge to not get overly depressed about everything.
Well. I guess thats it. I just had to get that out. I feel better already. Have a good day everyone.
I just kind of felt like getting this out. After 11 years of marriage I'm getting divorced. As tough as all this is to go through, somehow I've been able to "hang in there". I get to see my kids as often as I want and they visit me Friday through Sunday, so thats pretty good compared to what I've heard some other fathers get for visitation.
So... this weekend, I moved into an apartment. At first I was excited, but when I went to bed last night in that quiet empty apartment, all I could think of was how the rest of my family is back at "home" without me. My god, I felt like someone had died. This isnt what I've worked literally half my life for. What an agonizing night. My mind just wouldnt stop with all the memories, etc., and the thought that those things are gone forever.
Every morning my two kids would come into our bedroom and snuggle up in the bed for a couple hours before I went to work. And this morning... nothing. Now I'm 33 and get to start all over, making a new family and still loving the one I've got (at least the kids).
This is pretty darn hard. Its such a challenge to not get overly depressed about everything.
Well. I guess thats it. I just had to get that out. I feel better already. Have a good day everyone.