Oh hey, it’s my childhood
Architect buddy of mine, very smart man both in IQ and EQ, handled this extraordinarily well with his young children.
“Now you have TWO families that love you very much. Just because mommy and I don’t live together, that doesn’t change anything about our love and ability to care for you. You will safe and loved no matter what.”
Picking my kids up on the 26th. Ugh. 15-hour round trip, and again in a week. Worth it.
I just didn’t see my father anymore haha.
My step dad was great though. He was a batshit crazy and dumb hillbilly, but he loved us. My father disappeared after he and my mother divorced. My step dad was there after he and my mom divorced, until he died a few years ago. That man had troubles and more troubles, but he would have dropped anything to help me out to the best of his ability.
In defense of my father, my mom didn’t make it easy. At all. I don’t blame any of them though. They did the best they could with what they were equipped with.