So. Here we are then.
Divorce day.
It’s been a long time coming.
We’ve been an item for as long as I can remember.
Almost 50 years.
These should be our golden years, starry eyed and memory filled.
Instead we have reached the point of no return.
Finally.
The kids are – naturally – stuck in the middle.
Some of them sided with Mother.
Father is a bad influence, belittles Mother in all that she does.
Allowing no autonomous opinion or actions.
Fathers rule is an absolute dictatorship.
It has to be ended.
Some of the kids – inevitably – sided with Father.
Reasoned that Mother had as much say in things as he did.
Said they did not want to become estranged from the family.
Would miss Aunts, Uncles, Cousins.
Those large, and boisterously noisy, family get togethers.
Now they’re all confused, and slightly bitter.
Rows have broken out, but that’s OK.
Families fight.
It happens all the time.
I guess we can only hope that we have made the right decision.
The best outcome for all concerned us, the kids, the extended family.
We held off for as long as we could, but I, for one, am sick of the fighting.
Today has almost come as a relief …
I know that others have found their relationship improves after divorce.
When all the upheaval and recriminations die away, and they are left with stark truths.
When they can see that neither side is really to blame.
Life.
Circumstances got in the way.
I hope when all is said and done, we can still take time to look back on our younger days with fondness.
And learn to deal with each other – if not in unity – then at least with a spirit of solidarity and harmony.
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