The hours of 4 pm to 10 pm when my children go with their father and his family. Those are the longest six hours of my life, when I don’t have my children on Christmas Eve. Those six hours when I have no one around on Christmas Eve. When it is me. A bottle of wine. And my dog.
Tag: lonely
Last weekend my boys were with their dad. It wasn’t like it was a surprise. It happens every other weekend. But I’m struggling with it much more than I thought I would. I sat on my girlfriend’s couch Friday night, woefully lamenting how difficult it was for me and how I wanted to call them every few
