posted on Mar, 22 2007 @ 12:46 PM
Hello there, friend.
I'm sorry for what you're going through. That's a terrible difficulty to have to face, and the upheaval of your entire life must be near
unbearable. As a married man, I know where you're coming from; my wife and our unborn child are everthing to me. Damned be the house, the job, the
money, everything. What I really care about are the two people in the world dearest to me. And having a past, I know what it's like when someone you
love so incredibly much turns around and throws that love in your face like a weapon, with no other aim than to hurt you.
Alone is a deep word. The deepest word in the English language, in my opinion. The "o" in the middle represents the deepest pit of despair anyone
can feel.
How fortunate you are not alone. Instead of seeing your 2 year old son as a burden that you must raise alone, see him as your source of strength and a
companion to help you through these rough times. This is your flesh and blood, your boy. Be the best damned father to him you can be. Stand up, dry
your eyes, wash your face, and be a shining example of what a man should be.
You can't help the actions of your wife. She's going to do what she thinks she needs to do to get by, and no matter what decisions she makes, they
aren't going to make you happy. The absolute best thing you can do, for yourself, and for your son, is to be a shining example of what a good parent
should be. Sometimes that just means getting up the next day, going to work, making sure there's food on the table, and keeping the bills paid.
Work to better yourself. Always. The temptation to blame yourself for everything is going to be as strong if not stronger than the temptation to blame
her for everything. Understand that blame's good for the first day or so to get to sleep at night, but it's a poor foundation for building a better
future.
You are ALWAYS able to build a better future, even if it's one step at a time.
When my wife met me, I was a worthless stoner in a trashed apartment that reeked of incontinent cats, liquor, and unwashed clothes. From the moment I
held her in my arms, she made me want to be a better man. From that day forth, every day, I have strived to be a better man, one step at a time.
Let your boy be that motivation. Make yourself a better man, one day at a time. Take ownership of your life, your fate, and the fate of your boy, and
do whatever it takes to better yourself, one step at a time.
When you feel yourself slipping, you take a good long look at that boy of yours and ask yourself if what you're doing would make him proud of you, or
ashamed, because right now he's at that age where his very definition of right, wrong, and what constitutes a man is being formed, every single
instant. You can't help the divorce. It's bad news, but survivable. Don't let it ruin your life or his. Better yourself. Be the very model of a
good man and father. Make your boy proud.