I'm happy to see that Karen has joined us in bloggerland! :) Speaking of how young your child was when you got divorced... yeah, it happened to me too. Nikki was 2 and half when her father left me. When I lived in Maryland, she saw her father every two weeks, regularly. It was difficult at first, but once I understood it meant freedom for me to do things I never had the chance to while married, I liked it. But since I moved to VA, things changed. It meant no regular two week visits, and Nikki began to change. Hmmm... I'm no psychologist, but I think her craving for a father started while we lived in VA. She has started to tell me that she felt so and so is like a father to her... and ended up with like 10 fathers! This, of course, scares me into worrying that she will marry an older man, perhaps 40 years her senior! I don't blame her, she needs her father. So, ever since we moved, she stayed with him during the summers between 3 to 8 weeks, depending on the summer. Sometimes during the year she gets to stay on weekends or for a week, but that is rare. Anyhoo, back to how this relates to Karen's experience... Nikki would feel like she needed to pay attention to her father only while she is with him and not talk to me. Jeez! But I manage to get her to say a word or two from time to time! Her father tries so hard to establish a relationship with her, and it is not easy. She sees him less and less and becomes a semi-stranger to him. This is unfortunate. If we still had those regular bi-weekly visits, things may be different. Who knows.
He has a family now, two other daughters. Nikki ADORES her sisters, and so do I! I have a good relationship with her father simply because he was my friend first, and we grew up together. I've known him since we were 6 years old. So, naturally I am able to visit them, have fun, and even spend the night at his house. Nikki's future step-mom is a Bronx native and is cool! She's funny and very friendly. I like her a lot. So, my point in mentioning this is that I am happy Nikki has a chance to live in a family where there is a mommy, daddy, and siblings. The great American dream (minus the white picket fence, of course) She does not get it here. Hence the name of my blog... family of two. She often says that you cannot be a family when there are just two people. She is so wrong, but hey, she's only 13! On the left is that family. Minus Baylee at the time of the photo.
Like Karen, I am going to simply GO NUTS when Nikki leaves home for good... I so do not look forward to that day!
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