You don’t make sense to me. You say all the right things when they are easy to say, and lose it when it really counts. You can go and go and go, never missing a beat and then suddenly explode. I never see it coming. You don’t make sense to me. In the moment you can’t stop yourself. When you speak in love one moment, you touch in anger the next. You are a total contradiction, and...
Yesterday he gave up. Today he tried. Really REALLY hard. Yesterday I gave up. Today I had hope. Yesterday they disrespected and defied. Today they listened and followed instructions. Yesterday I cried and cried and cried. Today I laughed….not a whole lot, but I did. Yesterday I mourned over my empty womb. Today I rejoice with two sisters in Christ who have brought two beautiful daughters...
Disclaimer: I love my parents very very much. I love my step-parents very very much. This post is in no way meant to hurt my wonderful parental units. It is, however, meant to give an older child’s point of view on the very hurtful nature of divorce. (All) Parents everywhere need to know what happens to the heart of a child when they make choices that change a child’s life forever...
Wife, mother, chauffeur, referee, teacher, chef, caretaker, etc...All unto Christ.
