Guest Blogger Mom on the Edge: The fights, name calling, crying, complaining. Nearly six months of marital turmoil so bad that one minute we're on, the next we're off. My head is spinning. It's taking it's toll -- on me, certainly on my fifteen-month-old son and on my dad.
My dad is my best friend. We're alike in ways that I'm sure piss my mother off. They split up before I turned one. Yes, I'm daddy's girl and it breaks my heart that my dad has to witness my heart breaking. He worries for me as a parent whose child has picked the wrong partner and he worries for me as a parent whose been through divorce himself.
Some people say divorce is worse than death. If your husband dies family and friends gather 'round the grieving widow, there's sympathy, rituals, support. When you get a divorce there's blame, picking sides, a man who's still alive and may be trying to make your life miserable. You're expected to forget about how you were once best friends. You're forced to overlook years of your life. And it hurts!
I'm torn because I want to call my dad when my husband walks out after an argument. I want to talk to him about the money missing from my joint account. I want to speak to my father because he knows what I'm going through first hand, he listens intently and he's my biggest fan. But, I can't bear the pain I know he's feeling for me.