My kids brought friends over after school , all the kids know by now, that on Friday evening there will be pizza at ATGs home. I make the pizza myself, preparing the dough in the morning. I want my kids to have great childhood memories, and so often those are associated with food and laughter.
Hello, Sir. I have no advice for your situation, but I'd like to let you know that you are doing something magical and wonderful for you children.
Mental illness runs in my family. My mom went through a period of severe instability. There was no infidelity, but my Dad was the only stable parent for quite a while.
During this period, there was this specific period of time where we had several "Daddy + his girls" days. Usually we'd only do it every few weeks, but during this period we were going 4/5 times a week.
We'd go do things like watch double features or go to the park and play kick ball with my dad. But my favorite was when we'd get ice cream from Foster's and we'd take the same 45 minute joy ride. Blasting music or me and my sister just talking my dad's ear off about the mundane. My dad would just indulge our need for expression. We were little, so it was mostly us telling exaggerated versions of what happened to us at school that day lol
Those drives are something we still do today (over 20 years later and now we bring my baby love, my sister's baby, with us. So my dad's girls have grown in number haha).
I didn't find out until a few years ago that that period of intense fun was during my Mom's most intense suicidal/homicidal period.
My mom would melt down and threaten to kill us then herself. My dad would simply tell my mom that she wasn't gonna take his kids and we'd go out for the day.
Instead of feeling deceived, I felt this overwhelming sense of just - HOLY SHIT MY DAD LOVES THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
To know that he did what you did, he decided to create associations for us that were positive.
We knew my mom was sick and, unfortunately, my dad was unable to protect us 100% of the time. But we never knew of her homicidal tendencies until my dad told us.
It got to the point where my dad told my mom to get help or he was taking us and leaving.
Although your wife did not rise to the challenge, you need to understand that you are laying a foundation of trust and love and contentment in your children.
Even though my mom did rise to the occasion, the impact of my dad's constant investment of love into us is what cemented him as the parent we go to for logical and stern guidance. It was my dad's words that helped flip the switch in me after my borderline onset.
And hearing about how all the kids know your house is the pizza-dome reminds me of this past father's day. I posted a photo of me and my dad at his father's day BBQ and there were several comments made by old friends from middle and high school who were all writing memories of my dad. One friend, who grew up fatherless, messaged me and said that she was always so grateful to be around my dad because she saw how he treated us and how we interacted and she wanted that. Others talked about my dad always laughing and noticing if they were having a bad day and being there to offer guidance.
You, sir, are creating your legacy every Friday when you make that pizza.
As a kid whose dad was much like yourself, know that you're giving your children the gift of yourself and that is one of the few good gifts that keep on giving.
This is kinda stupid, but I feel the most intense sense of self pride and joy when I make my dad laugh. Of course I love when he is proud of my accomplishments, but my dad has always been the funniest person I know and I was not a funny kid. So he had to grin and bear the same bad jokes over and over. But as I got older, I began making him laugh in earnest and those moments just made me beam. Things like that are a result of his efforts when we were kids.
Keep up the good work, Sir.