Bite Size Life

I’m blessed that my daughters will be here in a little over a month. I miss them so much. Not having them home is the toughest heartache I’ve ever experienced.

Life gives us choices, and all these choices have consequences. There’s no doubt my divorce was ugly, but I can proudly say I NEVER put the girls in the middle. I purposely made this choice. My friends and family around me have told me I’m doing all the right things, but if Karma exists, at what point does it align and bring my girls home?

My ex-wife (bless her heart) has done everything possible to shine the worse spotlight possible on me in front of the girls. After 5 glorious years of being seperated from her, she still continues to grind an axe towards me. As an adult, it’s obvious (and almost comical) the extent she goes to in order to make stupid digs at me. I’d think it was laughable, except her antics keep me and my wife from being part of their lives. It’s not funny, and the whole fucking situation continues to turn my stomach 5 years after the fact.

My daughters don’t know the real me. They know the completely demonized me their mother has filled their heads with. I can give a flying rats ass until the sad facts iluminate…I am kept from knowing them.

Birthdays. Graduations. Weddings. My heart aches unbelievably when I think about what I am kept from sharing with them.