I missed my sister in law today. The last time I saw her, the kids were little, and we were all worried about how she'd manage when the Reserves sent her husband back to Afghanistan for another tour. That was sometime in 2004.
I liked her, and I liked the whole gang, and going to soccer games, and talking about ways to keep on top of the clutter of toys, and just winging it, because what else are you going to do when you are a family.
And that idiot man I used to be married put a barrier up during the stupid divorce, and now I haven't seen her in forever, and one of the kids is out of college now, and married I think. Because there's some kind of rule that even though they probably liked you better than their own kin, now they can't talk to you, or remember that they liked you better, or send you a damn Christmas card.
I know some inlaws we're grateful to ditch, so fair warning about the Fates: they'll stick you with the ones you don't want, and take away the ones you like.
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About this Blog: Divorce is something you do, not something you are. It is not easy, but it can be funny. I know hanging on to my humor gave me hope and courage. Divorce shouldn't cramp your style. There are whole industries devoted to helping brides plan their weddings -- why shouldn't we have a style guide for divorce?