One of D14s complaints about living with H is food. She tells him she doesn't like things repeatedly and he makes it again anyway. Tonight D14 sent me a picture of dinner and wow the memories. The dishes, the way the table is set, the food, it's remnants of our pre BD family that no longer exists. It stopped existing the day he left. The kids got involved and then it became this big joke. "Mom that dish you made every week. We hated it".
He made one of our old meals. Now the kids communicate and I listen. He rarely did.
