Tuesday

Dear Little Girl...

My sweetheart.. My love...

The other day, you came to me and asked me for a piece of jewelry or something that I had from my mother that she had gotten from her mother.  You have no idea how very much I had something to give you. Instead I made something up with a cheap bracelet that I still had left.

The idea that there is nothing left is so very difficult for you to grasp.  At 9 years old, you are having such a hard time with the entire idea of divorce, or domestic violence, or the entire idea of mommy not being home because I have to work overly hard to make up for child support that isn't given on time or at all.

Children should never be part of a divorce, willingly, unwillingly... at all.  They are a terrible byproduct of a horrible thing.. and I feel so awfully guilty that you are in the middle of this awful awful thing.

That being said, I will not apologize for standing by my convictions.  I love you so very much, and I hope that the time comes when you can forgive me the very hard time you are having.