My heart is broken. Seems to be the norm right now. It’s just a season. That doesn’t make it hurt less.
My children have endured a pain no kid should but yet the majority of kids in their generation do. The loss of love.
My son never knew his father and I together. I divorced my daughters father when she was a toddler. They both have relationships with their father but they do not know a nuclear family.
Here we are again years later and my children hurt.
I allowed them to get to know someone before he and I had truly had a chance to get to know each other.
It’s just about impossible to date as a single parent. Him and I were both single parents. We had a hard time seeing each other away from each other’s kids. So that’s how it happened.
Fast forward a few months and we realized there were more things needing to be worked on individually before there could ever be someone else’s someone.
Things didn’t end well. We tried to keep as much from the kids as possible.
Kids are way smarter than we give them credit for.
They also try to fill in the holes in what they don’t know or understand.
We all ran into each other for the first time this evening and it was way more than any of us knew how to manage. The children caught themselves in gossip of drama they had no business discussing nor did they understand what they were seeing.
My heart is broken.
I tried my best to stumble over all of the emotions in my own mind to try and help theirs.
My son ends up crying on the way home. I wanted to but kept it together.
It didn’t go well.
Life is dumb sometimes.
We get home. We eat. I explain to the kids that God wants us to always rely on Him wholly. He wants us to love Him first. God knows who we will be when we grow up. He knows who we will marry. He knows everything. He just wants us to have faith in His good plan. We pray for all of us. We give it to God.