Sometimes mine would agree and others they would not. But in the end I know that they know how much I love them and that's all that's important. I can't be too bad or I wouldn't have so many boys at my house all the time. For anyone out there with teens thinking of moving: Buy a house with a finished room over garage. They love hanging out there and I don't have to see the mess they make!
I woke up this morning and found that Austin stayed here last night. The boys stayed at their dad's. Austin's in town bcause his Grandmother had a stroke. The baseball team has an away weekend and they allowed him to come home for his grandmother. I'm going to try to talk him into going and spending the day with his dad. I'm going to ask him to do me a favor and tell his dad that he's 1) worried about him and 2) that he loves him.
Maybe that will break him out if his fog. His dad should be saying that to him but his STBX and D sit has him brainless for the moment.
Austin's allowed me to see this thing from an entirely different perspective. Although I knew before what was important, I never truly knew the older child's perspective of a D until now. Our kids don't want to talk to us about their other parent or us for that matter. I get snippets from Austin. It worries me that he can't sleep. He looks thin and he can't afford to be much skinnier. He's not a big person, one of those wiry little infielders. Jake and I are going to drive up to the mountains in March to watch Austin's team play. His mom or dad should be doing that but they have other things on their minds at the moment. Geez, how lucky they are to have a child with a full-ride baseball scholarship.
Divorce sucks guys. But we can either make it easier for the kids of D or harder. We're gonna hurt either way, and so are the kids. But it can be so much better if we can make an effort to keep the kids out of the fray. The choice is ours.
