It took me almost a week after I filed D to tell my parents. My mom just knew something was up, too.
I warmed them up to it over the course of that week because it was so heartbreaking for me to know that they would hurt and worry about me. I wanted to be and sound ok when I told them.
Although they were sad, they were reassured knowing it was my decision and I was making a choice that was in my best interest.
I was about to write "and she loved them," but then I remembered: while my mom lay dying in the hospital, she was cheating on me.
Not five days after she died, I sat on the floor in deep grief. I called my wife at work and asked her to come home and comfort me. Instead, she went to the OM and had sex with him.
So yes, they would be heartbroken, but ultimately because of the severe emotional abuse foisted upon their son--not because of our divorce.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
So strange, I'm 51 years old with grown children, and felt a little girl who just wanted to crawl on her dads lap and cry
Exactly the same thought goes through my mind to this very day. I wish my father was still alive so I could just feel his strong arms around me. And then I know he'd most likely make STBX disappear, which wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to happen.
You're an interesting species, an interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other. - Contact
This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man, ~ Shakespeare