Last Wednesday was court and on Friday morning, I woke up with a huge sense of relief. It was the first morning that I woke up and didn’t feel the need to plan for my next court date or mentally prepare for the next visitation. I didn’t have to worry about my daughters. After living this nightmare for three years, I can honestly say that this week was peaceful.
I feel like a 165lb weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I mean that literally. I had two coffee dates with friends. I told “my rock” that I promised to be nicer again. He replied by saying, “I think you are already nice so I’m interested to see how much nicer you can get!” I got completely caught up with work and I’m even ahead of the game a bit. I went to a BBQ with three girlfriends and our eight little girls and was able to be present and enjoy the moment.
I also sat my daughters down and explained our new arrangement: supervised visits. I waited almost a week until I could gather my thoughts and think of a way to explain the situation at their level. I told them that from now on, they would have a “buddy” with them at their weekend visits. They would still get to see their dad but it would be at a fun place like a park or a children’s museum. I explained that the buddy was kind of like “Jane” (their therapist). My oldest daughter paused and then said, “Good. I think I will feel safer going with dad from now on”.
Out of the mouths of babes.