Nobody’s Child #47
Early February of 5 years ago was the period when I was separated from my son’s mother and the divorce, I was told, was on the way.
No more than in anybody else’s divorce, people would hear things.
Sometimes, regardless of the truth of whatever was heard, though thankfully not very often, this would result in people contacting me to give me a lecture about the future welfare of my son.
This was my response to one such lecture:
Mr. Moo was with me today in my apartment where we made breakfast burritos together, drew on the computer, played Space Invaders, phoned his grandparents, and goofed around.
He’s in good form, and tomorrow I will see him for dinner as his mother has just agreed and hopefully she will be comfortable to let me stay on as usual and put him to bed. If not, that’s fine for now and I’ll continue to try and see him as much as his mother is comfortable with. I know it seems ugly, but emotions have a way of dressing up reality so it’s barely recognizeable.
I’ll keep trying to earn more income and give his mother more money, and we’ll all be fine some day.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I last asked Mr Moo what I told him to never ever forget so I asked him again today. He remembers it perfectly.
“That Mommy and you love me more than anything in the whole entire world”.
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