I changed. Or he changed. Or we changed. I’m not sure.

As I was growing up, my mother always told me that people change, that people come into your life, change your life and, as often as not, leave your life. Sometimes people just grow apart. I thought she meant friends, school pals, girls who braided my hair and snuck smokes out behind the bleachers. I didn’t know she also meant husbands, fathers.

How do I explain to my daughter I am not the person that I want her to be and that her father is not the man I would want her to marry?

More of my train wreck here…

http://www.tellthem.com/your-father-and-i-have-been-fighting/

—Isis

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