I perused their wedding album countless times, but on one occasion I paused and flipped back through the pages, eagerly looking for my myself in their pictures, any picture. 'Why can't I remember what I wore that day? Was I a flower girl?'
As a child I fought hard to overcome the day-to-day challenges divorce introduced into my life. My parents were perpetually at odds, and while the war waged on between them I often wondered how to find my place in the world.
Two days before my mother died from cancer she asked, "You won't be contacting your father, will you?" They had been divorced 37 years but their animosity toward each other never waned. "Really? This isn't important right now mom."
I always knew that divorce ends marriages, but what I didn't know, was the way in which it would dissolve my family.
I was six. She was 26. I was a chubby, dishwater-blonde tomboy. She was a lithe, brunette model. I wore football jerseys. She wore patchouli. The only thing we shared in common was a love for her boyfriend -- my dad.
Is Boyhood the best film ever made? Doesn't matter. Will it make a lot of money? Probably not tons, and that's a shame, because the subject matter speaks to anyone who can remember growing up and/or has aspirations to do so.
I don't typically write about celebrity or high profile divorces because I want my material to speak for itself, rather than having it receive attenti...
Be flexible -- especially as she reaches adolescence and may need more time for friends, school, jobs, and extracurricular activities.
Co-parenting with someone who you admittedly would rather not deal with can be challenging and exhausting. Avoid these seven deadly sins of co-parenting so that you can work through the conflict to successfully raise your children -- together.
The last time I saw my father was two years ago at my sister's wedding. The time before that was the year prior on his last day in Florida before moving to Minnesota to start a new life. We had our good-bye at one of our favorite places in Florida, the Morikami Museum and Japanese Gardens.
I'm not arguing for divorce. I'm no more pro-divorce than I am pro-illiteracy. But we've become a nation of divorce dissenters. What if we didn't look at divorce as a failure or a train wreck?
Those of you who have been reading my series of articles about "Collaborative Divorce" should be well aware of the fact that I have quoted Stephen Wil...
These probably sound like excuses, and maybe they are to some degree. However, I prefer to see them as the facts of life for a divorced person in his or her 50s.
Divorce and what leads up to it are not tidy and polite affairs. The children who bear witness to the demise of their parents' marriage inevitably get wounded -- some very deeply and invisibly at first.
Today my ex-partner and I are able to laugh together like old friends. We still hit bumps in the road, but because I'm committed to harmony, I don't take anything personally.
A second marriage is different. It starts with a second wedding. This wedding is also different. First of all, you are an old hat. Second of all, much of the weight is (hopefully) lifted.