My first weekend out of the house was the worst feeling I've ever had. It was worse than my mother dying unexpectedly. I remember I had my then 7-year-old to stay the night. I walked her home and then went back to the house I was staying at ... and nothing.
No yardwork. I didn't live there anymore. No parks to go to. The girls were with there mom. No clothes to clean. They were going ... to do something where I wasn't involved at all.
I completely lost it. I called a friend and we went golfing and I moped around for three hours. After that, I got a call to play softball and I moved there for an hour. Then I took a sleeping pill.
That was truly awful -- looking at the future as a part-time parent and not wanting to face it.
But the next weekend was easier. You try to develop a routine, expand your friend horizons to have things to do and motivate yourself for the next weekend they are all yours.
None of this is easy. I've had lots of time with the girls this summer and I know this, they want more and I want more.
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