Thursday, March 18, 2010


My husband was supposed to pick our son up from school yesterday. He called me after mediation, after reiterating his commitment to keeping his commitments to the kids, and said he would like to switch days.

So, I went to pick up my son. I waited in line and watched him as he approached my car.

His face fell as soon as he saw me.

Once in the car, he started crying.

When I tried to talk to him about it he started yelling at me.

I asked him what I could do to make him feel better. He shouted, "Nothing."

He said he had been looking forward to seeing his dad all day.

He cried for 15 minutes. It broke my heart. I asked him if he wanted a hug. He yelled NO. Everything I tried to help him fell flat.

I decided to pick my daughter up late and spend a little extra time with my son. She has aftercare available and was not expecting her dad. We went and got ice cream. He ordered a double scoop - a first - but I went with it.

My husband got mad at me when I told him. He said, "My heart is broken....It would mean a lot to me if you could support me and help to explain that nothing is more important to me than them, but sometimes Daddy has to work for our family."

How do you think he feels????

I did that.

You just don't get it.

I can never remember a time in my life where my dad did not show up for me. Never. Not once.

That's where your dad screwed you.

Please don't screw our son.


  1. I just came upon your blog. My husband and I are going through a divorce too and we have two young girls who have had their fair share of dissappointment this year. I don't have a blog yet but when I do, will you be a follower?
    Glad to find someone else going through this!

  2. I would love to! Pass on the info when you get it set up. This has been a great outlet for me. Sending you strength, courage and wisdom.