I had a moment tonight. The tears flowed freely. I am angry and I am despairing that my family is broken. My ex is taking our youngest son to visit my ex-inlaws at their cabin, to do all the fun things we used to do as a family. I hate him for destroying our family. I miss our family. I abhor his selfish ways. I MISS MY FAMILY!! No matter what anyone says, things will never be the same. No matter what, we will always be divorced. Eventually, my ex has informed me that he will remarry, thus leaving the boys with a blended family. Divorce sucks and the consequences are evil. If you haven’t realized I am all over the place in the grieving process. That lead me to think about what family means. This is the first of a three part series on family.
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