The first Christmas after the divorce, we (the X and I) decided to carry on the tradition together as before. He would sleep on the couch at my house, wake up in the morning, and watch the kids opening their Santa's presents.
It wasn't the best decision, or the best way to go as we were still in limbo with our situation, for he lives 300 hundreds away, and visiting the children wasn't an easy deal. Above all, I think we both were lost, body and soul, but determined to move on without damaging the kids too much. 22 years together weren't a short time to erase, so I thought!
Once he mentioned the name, my daughter stormed out of the room because it was her friend's mother, and it was some one I used to crossed path daily at my daughter's school when I was a substitute teacher aid.
I never found the answer or reason, but whatever must happen, happened! We have to move on, body and soul..
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(Listed in The Salvage Life series..)