It's been 2 1/2 years since the big Dday and almost 2 years separated, heading for divorce proceedings to be worked out. I filed right after I told my WW we were done. I have been in my new place for 10 months and it is way too small for us, but we manage. I gave each of my teen girls their own bedroom (i though it was important for them to have privacy) and that left me with nowhere to sleep, so I took the dining nook. It is just big enough for a double bed and a couple end tables. I have a curtain at the end of the bed, but that's it. It suffices.
I'm trying to make life as normal as I can, despite dealing with teens and some extra health challenges they each have. It's all manageable and I try my best. I fall apart in front of them every once in a while, but quicly apologize, explaining that I'm no longer the man I use to be, but I'm trying to find my way back. Hopefully, one day I will.
I share parenting with my EX, week on, week off. Transition days can be tough. When they leave, I'm sad and let them know I will miss them. Sometimes I cry. Most times I get drunk. When they arrive, I like to gave a good meal planned for them, something special as I am a scratch cook. The last time they arrived, I was sitting on my ridiculously small balcony having a glass of wine, when one of my daughters came and sat with me. She looked at me and said, "You know dad, it's funny how you are always happy to get us and mom is always happy to get rid of us."
All I could do was smile a little and nod. I was torn by what she said. If I'm honest, I did take some pleasure in being the better parent in that moment, but what I really felt was failure. I wanted to do things right as a family. You see, I had a shitty mom. She was emotionally, mentally, and physically abusive, once trying to stab me in the chest with a kitchen knife. She looked at people as things from which she could take. Not maternal at all. And I married a woman so very like her. Please no Freudian deconstruction please...haha
There have been other comments as they get older and start to see their mother with adult eyes. I never say anything disrespectful about her in front of them. But in that moment, what part of me wanted to say is, "I'm sorry you got a lousy mom kids. I had one and I get it. It's tough always feeling like they dont give a dame about you because in some way, you are just not enough. It's not your fault. She got broken along the way and never fixed herself. Just understand, it not up to you to fix her. People dont fix other people. It took me a long time to learn this, over 50 years. Learn from her. Let her be an example of what not to do. Live a better life than her. But don't think you dodged a bullet like I thought I did. Neither of us did. You will need to look deep within yourself for the lasting impact of these years and find ways of dealing with it. You must work to heal and become a whole person, a better person than either your mother or I. But know this, I will always love you and be here for you, even of it is to just hold space."
Anyway, that's what I wanted to say, but instead, I just nodded and said, "Oh..."