Nine years ago when her father and I split up, I was sure I was making the right choice. My daughter was only eighteen months-old and I thought she would grow up thinking this was "normal." I was twenty three and confident that I could do anything, including raising a child by myself.
Nine years later, here I am still going at it. I've had my ups and I've had my downs, but I have never gone back to the relationship that changed my life forever. The relationship that took so much from me, but that gave me a daughter. The relationship that has taken me years to recover from, is far behind. Her father, though, is not. She goes with him every other weekend. This has been the way for nine years.
So imagine my surprise when she asked me why we couldn't just get back together?
It wasn't the first time the question had come up, but this time I knew she meant it. I could see it in her big brown eyes, that had swelled up with tears. For the first time I realized I had been lying to myself all these years thinking that she had accepted our life as "normal." At that moment, while the pasta boiled over(we were makong dinner together) it all hit me like a ton bricks. All these yea Read more
