The IMPACTS of divorce, on a, very, young, child…translated…
Being a slave to my baby girl, every year, I’d always, hoped to give her a birthday present which will, impress, her. But, because after I divorced, I’d not lived with her, we’d lost a ton of father-daughter time together, and can, only use what little time we had together, to make it up, to her.
That day, on my way, walking her home, she’d pulled and tugged on my shirt, told me she won’t go home until she had ice cream. I saw a good opportunity, squat to her level, made a deal with her, “Answer one question for daddy, then, I’ll take you to get ice cream, okay?”, “Yes, what is it?”, she’d moaned, impatiently.
“On your birthday, what do you want daddy to give you?”, I’d then, gotten back up, kept, walking, but didn’t hear any, responses, and so, I’d, turned around, looked at her, I saw her, focused, using the tips of her toes, getting her slippers up, tried, clearing the pebbles that’s gotten in, waited until both her shoes had no pebbles in them, she’d walked toward me slowly, and, slowly, responded, “for my birthday, I want mommy and daddy with me at home, when mommy’s busy, I can play with daddy, and when daddy is busy, I get to, play with, mommy.”
Then, she’d, walked onward on her, own, leaving me, where I’d, stood. And, at the very moment, I’d felt, that the pebbles she’d dumped out of her shoes, got, dumped into my, heart, and I’d not known how to, dump it, back out, again.
So, this is what divorce is like for a young child, and, no matter what, it’s always going to be the children who’s, suffering for your (stupid) adults’, sins, because the two of you did NOT see clearly when you decided to marry, and what’s worse, was that you two FUCKED, and, reproduced those, “pretty little, mistakes”, who FELT that they were, mistakes, because of how the two of you, STUPID adults are, falling apart, and it’s ALWAYS and FOREVER the kids who ended up, with the, shortest ENDS of those, STICKS!