Anne2345
04-13-2015, 09:53 AM
“It’s going to be the worst day of my life,” explained my ten year old daughter over the weekend, in reference to this coming Thursday.
My heart having just shattered at my daughter’s proclamation, I quickly stole a glance over to my former spouse who was just a few feet away. She had nothing to offer, though, so she looked away. But not before I could see the tears welling up quickly in her eyes.
My daughter’s words had likewise broken her heart, too, and I could see the distress my former partner of the past twenty years felt over witnessing our daughter’s pain.
This Thursday I move out of and leave the house. This Thursday our family shall be forever split apart. This Thursday I travel away to begin the next chapter of my life in transition. This Thursday everything forever changes, and nothing shall ever be the same again.
But that’s okay, and this is how it needs to be.
Still, as much as we have prepared our daughter for this inevitability, and as amazingly resilient and fantastic as she has been throughout the process, she is all of only but ten years old. She is just a child. She is just a kid. And I hate, hate, hate it that she hurts.
It’s especially hard to take that she hurts because of me, the things I have done, and the things I am about to do.
Like any other parent, I want my daughter to have the best opportunities in life. I want my daughter to experience the best childhood I can provide her. I want my daughter to be happy.
The last thing I want is for my daughter to hurt or be sad.
Regardless, I have been through all of these things in my head a million times prior to this weekend. I have played out all of the different scenarios and possibilities over and over and over again within my head. I have also done the same with my therapist, with my friends-in-the-know who have been there down that, and even with my former life-partner.
Having performed my due diligence, I am completely confident – or at least as reasonably confidant as one can be considering the circumstances and all that is on the line – that what I do is the right thing to do, and the necessary thing to do.
In this, I get that to be the best parent I can be I have to also be the best person I can be. And if history has taught me anything at all, if I do not do this, I will never, ever be the best person I can be.
The truth of the matter is that this is the only viable path available to me that offers hope for a viable and sustainable future.
And as true as that may be, it’s still hard, though, for my daughter to accept and understand. She is just ten years old, after all.
In the end, I believe she will ultimately adjust well, and that she will be okay.
It’s going to be hard on her, though, just as it already has been hard on her. And when she tells me that this Thursday is going to be the worst day of her life, I know that she means that and believes it.
My daughter is the love of my love. She is the best thing I have ever done, and the best thing I will ever do.
I would never, ever, ever intentionally hurt her or cause her pain of any kind.
As prepared for and ready to continue my transition as I am, this Thursday is going to completely suck.
This Thursday, in fact, is undoubtedly going to be one of the worst days of my life, too.
But I will make it up to my daughter. She will see.
This I promise . . . . :<3:
My heart having just shattered at my daughter’s proclamation, I quickly stole a glance over to my former spouse who was just a few feet away. She had nothing to offer, though, so she looked away. But not before I could see the tears welling up quickly in her eyes.
My daughter’s words had likewise broken her heart, too, and I could see the distress my former partner of the past twenty years felt over witnessing our daughter’s pain.
This Thursday I move out of and leave the house. This Thursday our family shall be forever split apart. This Thursday I travel away to begin the next chapter of my life in transition. This Thursday everything forever changes, and nothing shall ever be the same again.
But that’s okay, and this is how it needs to be.
Still, as much as we have prepared our daughter for this inevitability, and as amazingly resilient and fantastic as she has been throughout the process, she is all of only but ten years old. She is just a child. She is just a kid. And I hate, hate, hate it that she hurts.
It’s especially hard to take that she hurts because of me, the things I have done, and the things I am about to do.
Like any other parent, I want my daughter to have the best opportunities in life. I want my daughter to experience the best childhood I can provide her. I want my daughter to be happy.
The last thing I want is for my daughter to hurt or be sad.
Regardless, I have been through all of these things in my head a million times prior to this weekend. I have played out all of the different scenarios and possibilities over and over and over again within my head. I have also done the same with my therapist, with my friends-in-the-know who have been there down that, and even with my former life-partner.
Having performed my due diligence, I am completely confident – or at least as reasonably confidant as one can be considering the circumstances and all that is on the line – that what I do is the right thing to do, and the necessary thing to do.
In this, I get that to be the best parent I can be I have to also be the best person I can be. And if history has taught me anything at all, if I do not do this, I will never, ever be the best person I can be.
The truth of the matter is that this is the only viable path available to me that offers hope for a viable and sustainable future.
And as true as that may be, it’s still hard, though, for my daughter to accept and understand. She is just ten years old, after all.
In the end, I believe she will ultimately adjust well, and that she will be okay.
It’s going to be hard on her, though, just as it already has been hard on her. And when she tells me that this Thursday is going to be the worst day of her life, I know that she means that and believes it.
My daughter is the love of my love. She is the best thing I have ever done, and the best thing I will ever do.
I would never, ever, ever intentionally hurt her or cause her pain of any kind.
As prepared for and ready to continue my transition as I am, this Thursday is going to completely suck.
This Thursday, in fact, is undoubtedly going to be one of the worst days of my life, too.
But I will make it up to my daughter. She will see.
This I promise . . . . :<3: