My parents left- my father on Friday and my mother on Saturday. As you may have guessed no it was not the perfect family holiday. We had a few days that were great and many moments of laugh out loud fun but the fact remains both my parents were here thinking that it would be the last family holiday we ever had. I know that I am weeks away from my 29th birthday and that your parents separating is something that is traumatic for young children that dont understand but I dare to say that children adapt easier and adults do understand it makes it even harder to believe in love forever!
As an individual believe that marriage should be until you die. I have no intention of getting married if I dont intend on living by the vows I take on my wedding day but I think so many people today think of divorce as always being the first option should it not work out, that getting married is not really sacred anymore.
My mom treats me like her best friend and I suppose at 61 a divorce has got be pretty traumatic so I cant really tell her it makes me feel really uncomfortable discussing what a bad husband my father is especially seeing as he is having an affair!
While this is pretty shite what's even worse is having frank discussions with my father about the lack of intimacy between him and my mom while he's trying to explain to me his side of the story. EWWWWWWWWW! but on a more heartbreaking note my father proceeded to tell me how this woman he met really gets him and he feels excited to see her and hear her voice. This sucked more than all the rest because I felt angry and betrayed for my mother. She has really stood by him - through unemployment, alcoholism, two very sick children, financial liquidation and who knows what the hell else for 35 years and my father feels he is justified in leaving her because she is older now and they aren't intimate and because get this she has stayed with him out of obligation.
I am no love therapist but if anybody believes that staying by somebody through all that is out of duty and not out of love then they are two things, stupid and deluded.
My mom has said she'll come live with us and start over and really hope she does, for her sake otherwise she will just keep going through this crap with my dad.
The thing that has been hardest to find out during their visit is that I really love my dad and when he hurts my mom it hurts me too.
