Nobody’s Child #35
In the summer of 2003 my divorce was being processed, and time with my son was changing.
I wrote these words then:
Life with Mr. Moo is fantastic. It has been a wonderful summer in amongst all the craziness.
We have a blast every weekend and I’ve been picking him up from summer school on the days I’m not working in the book shop. Also we manage to have dinner once or twice a week.
So the frequency is high and I have pushed up gradually the amount of time I see him for, but I do miss the mornings were we always got up together and had breakfast together, and of course the night times where every 2nd night for 3 years I read him stories, sang him songs (usually Irish songs interspersed with classics from the Clash), and told him True Stories (usually of home and of when I was going up).
But I guess getting divorced means some things change.
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