What the hell has happened to my life? I still can’t get over the last couple of months. I was sitting on the beach with my daughter yesterday and she asked me what was going on. I played dumb, natural response. She’s smart though. She knows something is up. I just told her, “Dad and I have been married a long time and sometimes people grow apart.” What a programmed, after school special response.
A while later, after much silence she asked if we were getting divorced. I asked it that would bother her. She turned onto her stomach to tan her back. More silence, Then I heard sniffles. My heart broke and I knew. I knew I had to stay with Eric, at least until she graduated high school next year. I told her we hadn’t gotten to that point yet and I didn’t think we would. I lied. Told her I thought we were just going through a rough patch but we would end up working it out. The sniffles stopped.
A year and a half. I’m in for a year and a half. Approximately 550 days. I can do this. For my kid, I can do this.
And the countdown begins…550, 549, 548…