It’s taken me three months or so to get to the point where I was ready to tell you, but it’s time.
My daughter is getting divorced.
She called me in October right before their first year anniversary, and told me the news. I never saw it coming; nobody did.
I got off the phone and just bawled, and I cried myself to sleep for days on end.
She was the child I thought I no longer had to worry about.
This is not how things were supposed to go.
But this is the way that things went, and life will go on.
It always does.
And I’ll always be here for you, baby girl. Always.
I love you.