Friday night I told my kids about the divorce. Hardest day ever. I didn’t tell them the reason. I talked to the lawyer about it, and she recommended that I wait on that one. She said that it would be better to let them adjust to their parents not being together before we take on that one. I talked to my husband about it, and he was ok with that idea. I told my oldest kids first. I am not going to go into their reactions here. Just know it was hard. They told me they loved me and gave me a hug when we ran out of words. The youngest was the worst. I knew it would be that way. I told her separately for that very reason. She was a textbook case. She said and did everything you would expect a kid to do. It just about killed me. I’ve been watching them over the last two days. They still seem to be in shock. They are watching me and my husband. We are like we’ve always been. Talking, laughing, and being friendly. Maybe it helps that they see that we are still friends. Maybe it would be better if we were fighting. That would make more sense to them. I wonder if giving them a reason would have made it easier or harder. So many thoughts. My youngest summed it up perfectly last night when she said, “this is just so complicated.”
Today they went to church. I wonder if they told any of their friends. I wonder if the phone calls are about to start. I’m not quite ready for that.
I’ve turned in my papers, and the lawyer is filing them tomorrow.
I have a feeling that this is going to be a really long week.