Your story made me sigh more times than I could count. I last checked in on Friday and the tales...you made so many statements that I could quote EXACTLY as the same thing I heard, and please believe me when I say EXACTLY. I am not even sure where to pick up.
The rape, the name change on facebook, the need to divorce so that "we could begin again", the premature son (mine was 8 weeks early, but splitting hairs, I ended up taking most of his care), the I have one drink she has 5, the ex wife story while you were young...here I will stop. When it was suggested so many weeks ago I follow your post as a comparison I would have never guessed. I liked what Mr. Bond told you above, as I had not mentioned that part of my wife's FB name change on this board, but it did happen. Anyway, I read for your story as much as for the advice you receive. And I am feeling sapped. I did a big post on my thread tonight, so while I still feel like trolling here, I am not sure how good I am for advice tonight..just wishing you the best buddy.
And to answer your remaining question from my last post to me - my weekend with my son was cathartic, enjoyable, sad, and deepening; he opened up to me in a way that I would not expect a 5 year old capable of. He told me "let's talk" so we did. He said he was sad, that he felt alone, and that he was confused - all due to his mother and I separating, then he asked me if it left "my heart cracked". I could not explain that it did, I could not explain what I did to fill the crack, I could not explain that some of those pieces would remain where they fell, I could not explain how hearts can heal. He is 5 and only by days, I simply told him it is ok for me to feel the way I feel and for him to feel the way he feels, and that it was ok for us to be talking about it. What does one do in the face of that?
"There is no more important fight than the one for ourselves. Keep on winning." Ginger1, Read her newbies. BD: Feb '16 D: Mar '17 Piecing: Putting the self back together was my piecing. S6