
I’m not sure I’ll post this. I’m not sure why I am writing it.
My ex husband died today…the father of my only son.
I wondered if I should feel something more than what I do?
I suppose what I feel … is what I feel. And I hate the word “should!”
We were so young when we married and had a baby.
We were babies ourselves…what did we know of the world?
I knew very quickly that being with him was not the life I wanted for myself or for my son.
Someone had to protect him.
I find it one of the saddest things about my life…a recurring theme.
That a child should have to be protected from the people who are supposed to protect him!
It doesn’t make sense.
I ended it quickly, but not before real pain was delivered.
To both of us.
And some people…