Suddenly, everyone has a psychology degree and dabbles in marriage counseling.Breaking the news to friends elicited one of two reactions.Everything that comes with a relationship can be counted — in years, losses, gains, money, friends, family.
For those three months, my visions of life as a single dad involved sitting alone in a living room eating takeout surrounded by only my stuff.
It wasn’t true: Living alone doesn’t mean being lonely. Sure, I miss my kids, but the rest of my downtime is dedicated to new writing projects, working out (I’m training for a Tough Mudder), reading more and filling the time working side hustles and starting every project I’ve put off for the past few years. Financial concerns, problems around the house, kid issues, and every issue that comes with being a husband and wife and parents.
Instead of telling the kids we are still a family, I say we still are family.
The slight change in wording explains why dad doesn’t eat dinner at the house every night or get dressed in his old bedroom anymore but still shows up for family birthdays and has the same last name.
Some seemed generally concerned about my well-being, how I’m handling the situation, how the kids are doing after the split and how they can be of assistance.