Princess Di

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« Mass use of social media was dawning about the time I exed from my first marriage. With so many people communicating with comments that could be seen by others I elected to allow my exwife access to me with publicly-viewed comments or lawyers, judges, family, and friends. The woman who once shared one-on-one time with me in abundance would no longer share one-on-one time with me. Although I paid a price with my kids, family, and friends, and I had reason to regret my choice I never considered a reversal. The times I’ve broken my rule in the decade that followed equals zero. I felt liberated, and in the year before my late son, David, died he was engaging with me in a way that felt like I’d have a place in his life and then — ouch — that’s when he died. I’ve remained some distant buoy to my surviving son and daughter, Ryan and Erin since. They know I remain anchored and floating at the surface, but they have no curiosity about me. This has been remarkably easy for me knowing David’s death was tragic, and a severed link to Ryan and Erin is imaginable collateral damage. Someone reading or witnessing my choices as a father especially family and friends who knew me as a father of young children may have reason to ask why I accept my Ryan and Erin relationship status peaceably. Princes Di’s casket was followed in possession by males. Two of them were doing their best to be men, but they were boys. The image of Harry and William walking behind their mother’s casket recently surfaced, because Di’s surviving brother raised the moment in history. The image of Harry and William tortures me, and also reinforces my sense of the moment that David’s death was a time for children to seek the most nurturing persons in their lives who were, por supuesto, mother and grandmother. Death was a time for children to be with mom and grandma. I had set the stage leaving me no active place in their lives. There is one part of this dad story that remains unsettled, and it’s with Ryan. I have no sense Erin is mad at me or is attempting to prove anything by her distance. In contrast I have the sense Ryan feels his anger punishes me. If my sense is valid he’s correct. His anger hurt me, but healing time has passed, and now he’s just another man who once cared for me, and who no longer does. »» about me 302-990-2346 contact us

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About Tom Doody

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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