I’m completely snowed in. My neighborhood has an amazing plow service….which deposited at least four feet of drifts at my doorstep. Doesn’t matter. I’m in for the day and tomorrow at least. For me, snow has historically been enjoyed with kids… as in my very own… bundling, dripping, shedding, tracking. (I so miss those days!)
My kids are a little older now. I have just one not in college, but he’s not with me. And why not? He could be and should be at home. He’s not because his father chose to have an affair when the boy was five years old. Yes, it really does always come back to that. XL didn’t care about our boy when he was bed hopping every day of the week. He didn’t care about this kid when he left him behind on the family room’s shag rug, in hot pursuit of his mistress. He definitely didn’t care about the boy when he opted out of hours of custody, in favor of starting a new life with his big, bold mistress.
My unnaturally early (and solo) empty nesting will likely be a recurring topic because it’s happening now and is an absolute injustice. It’s something in my life and in my son’s, which is wrong, unfair and caused solely by the decisions of a selfish man.
Of course I’m keeping busy doing my thing. But honestly, my primary job, which I’m deprived of daily, is parenting. Today, I created a Valentine’s Day (ummm) decoration for my front window. I cleaned, cooked, and worked. My boy will reappear this coming weekend, a full two weeks after I saw him last and for a mere three nights. C’mon do cheaters actually win? I refuse to believe that…
As plow headlights flash like lightning through the blinds, I’m thankful for warm shelter, snowed in friends a text message away, feline girls, and the Hallmark Channel, which I stream on something called Frndly, much to my boys’ horror. Tomorrow is another day. And I want my son back.
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