When my partner and I started to have dire concerns with our marriage, I was determined to make it work for our kid.
He is only 10 years old and I didn’t want him to see his parents split.
I was only a few years younger myself when our own parents divorced and our mom moved us across the country to live with our Grandparents. Although it worked out better for all of us in the end, I never forgot about the experience and how terrifying it was when I was a young child. With that experience to know of constantly, I wanted to approach marriage as seriously as possible. When my partner and I met, every one of us took our time getting to guess each other before every one of us even started dating. And when that happened, it wasn’t until more than four years later that I really commanded her. The people I was with and I were cheerful for years until our finances took a hit. I was laid off from our work during an identifiably taxing time in our partner’s life, just weeks after his parents passed away in an automobile accident. The people I was with and I were both strange people and every one of us knew it. After having a long discussion a single night, every one of us mutually agreed on a legal separation. Life isn’t going to be easier for our kid if his early memories of his parents are dominated by our fighting. Additionally, every one of us decided to each get separate divorce attorneys, and that’s where I’m headed tomorrow during our supper break. The people I was with and I need to discuss custody arrangements before sending a correct response to his divorce attorney. I want this divorce to be as clean and stress-free as possible.