Last night I went to a play to see D17's BF act in it. It was an adaptation of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.
D17 had asked me to please go because it would mean a lot to BF. I guess I hadn't noticed but he really looks up to me, and his own dad doesn't really pay attention to him. I don't either but I'm very approachable and I treat him with respect when he's talking about technology related things to me.
He was pretty good and after the show I gave him some sincere complements. D17 told me later he was thrilled I came. So that was my good deed for this week.
I ended up sitting next to a woman who was there with her son. He was maybe 10 years old. During the intermission they were talking about what he wanted for Christmas. I overheard him saying he wanted to spend more time with her, maybe go on a trip together. I realized that she was divorced and I think she wasn't the custodial parent.
I got the impression she wasn't doing well financially and even though she was being pleasant she was wiping occasional tears from her eyes.
The boy was such a kind soul, you could tell he loved her and she him. It broke my heart to listen to this conversation but I was there for a reason, I'm just not sure what it was.
17 years ago I committed to love my Wife and take care of her. I have done that as best I could. I didn't hurt our kids. I never hurt her, I just hurt myself and withdrew from life. Still, here I am in my house and somehow I'm surviving and digging out.
And I'm still taking care of her. And that I have to end.
