tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838625907377357191.post154667094915440125..comments2023-10-30T09:43:02.452-04:00Comments on Confessions of a Stay-At-Home Mom: Letters To A Divorced Kid, Part IIStephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11208441574957302008noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838625907377357191.post-88561238825141411712012-03-07T14:25:26.677-05:002012-03-07T14:25:26.677-05:00It's so hard when the parents do pull the kids...It's so hard when the parents do pull the kids in, and as a result the kids feel like they have to choose sides. My experience of my parents' divorce and my sister's experience are so different. My mom shared stuff with her that she didn't share with me. My dad never said a word, not until years later when it was water under the bridge. I never had to choose sides, and I think it was wrong of my mom to share so much with my sister. My sister has a really hard time dealing with my dad because she only heard my mom's story. Not both sides.Barb @ A Life in Balancehttp://alifeinbalance.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838625907377357191.post-78596168493892696622012-02-29T14:34:41.362-05:002012-02-29T14:34:41.362-05:00PS. I shouldn't say "just" to descr...PS. I shouldn't say "just" to describe their issues. Nothing is "just." All of it is a big deal.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10755403998285345205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838625907377357191.post-60355252928712505342012-02-29T14:32:09.207-05:002012-02-29T14:32:09.207-05:00I'm loving this series, by the way.
The not c...I'm loving this series, by the way.<br /><br />The not choosing sides. This is SO completely true. I was 20 when the 'rents separated and as the oldest (and at 20), I could clearly see there was much CRAP that had gone on that I was not (and should not) be privy to...it is/was their baggage and they needed to sort it out. But I was playing the roles of child/young adult, student, and friend. Somedays I had to phase out...had to unload at school...had to just stay at school because I couldn't go home and be the ear when I felt like they needed friends their own age to talk to. It was mostly me, my role, my brothers were too young and my sister was a mess with it all. Anyway...my parents' issues were not over anything that clearly painted one of them as the bad guy...at least not in my eyes. No one cheated for example. This was just unresolved crap from 10 years prior and involved mental illness, moving, lack of support, etc. My sister blamed my mom and sided with my dad but more b/c my mom was the one that (in my eyes) had the courage to say, "I'm not happy." And say she needed time to sort it all out. <br /><br />I love the line, "Hang in there." It's a reminder to me that whomever is saying it knows...has been there. It's the reminder that as crappy as the present moment is, I will be OK. Somehow. And I like that right now for something completely unrelated to this post. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10755403998285345205noreply@blogger.com