My kiddo is not a fan of the writing here. The kid actively hates it. I know that because it has recently been articulated thus! I have been articulating my journey through our experience and trying to be incredibly vague on anything which skims near her experience. This blog is not about the kid, it’s about me, my experience of divorce, or new single life, the British Legal System, standing up to bad guys, or emotional health or single parenting in difficult circumstances from the adults perspective. I frequently get things wrong but when I finally figure out how to do it right, I write it down. When I started writing I didn’t quite know where I ended and others began. I’d given away much of who I was in the name of compromise. In writing, I find definitions. In writing, I find a pattern of cheerfulness or hope, perhaps even a dash of courage here or there, and I definitely identify a trend in resilience. I hope that the reference to third parties in years to come will be an evidence of my love for them and my reverent astonishment at their magnificent journey. It is a little disappointing that I’ll likely cease referencing the kid because much of who I am is defined by her presence so it’s a little like asking a fish to describe themselves without referencing water. I’ll figure it out. Anyway, Kiddo, I love you and you can’t stop me shouting about that!!!
When kids have opinions.