“I handed him the divorce papers and he just signed them,” she said. “He didn’t even fight for me.” With tremendous disappointment my friend questioned the behavior of her ex but I understood his actions with laser sharp clarity.
Me and time have maintained a tumultuous relationship. Even before I added a husband and two kids to the the tornado I call life, I was late. So when a well-meaning, but – from my vantage point – unwise children’s church volunteer made a comment about my lateness I understood, but I was still mad.
Part of me wants this blog to be about my kids and our three goldfish. It would be so much easier to write about the warm fuzzy parts of life, but I’ve never been at ease with surface-level-connections. I feel compelled to write for women who have ever struggled with the subject of father. For more than a decade I have, and not just with my biological dad but my Father in heaven too.