I hate how some of us live in different states. Even more than that, I hate how some of us live thirty minutes away from each other, and only meet up on special occasions. I hate how we don’t make an effort to stay connected.
If you were still alive, would I take more risks? Would I love without restriction, because I didn’t know the pain of being abandoned?
“My wife’s body is so different lately, it’s like fucking a whole new person. I’m so into it.”
I still refer to your house as your house, even though someone else is living there now. I still celebrate your birthday. I still talk to you, even though my words are aimed at the sky instead of a phone.
Your friends without kids will still be your friends but it won’t be exactly the same. This speaks for itself. They will love you always but you can’t day drink (or night drink for that matter) as freely and openly as you once could.
You make your own little family.
Because of them, you aren’t afraid to leave unhealthy relationships behind. You won’t let anyone treat you like crap, because you know that walking away is always an option.
You remind your friends to bring a jacket when it’s cold.
The divorced family perspective has helped me to decide what I want for my future. I never want my children to go through a divorce. If I get married then it’s not going to just be thrown out the window at a bump in the road, I do understand that somethings are unfixable, but it has made me know that I will not stop fighting to save a marriage and a family life for any children involved.
he was afraid because our children make us question everything when they are trying to forgive what we would not