 |
 |
|
 Not the Same House Anymore
One of the hardest parts of my divorce that came as a result of my discovering that I am a lesbian, came when it was time to tell my four year old son that Mommy will be moving in with another lady who she loves, and he will have to live with Daddy except for the weekends.
I fussed over how I would tell my son for almost a week. I couldn't sleep at night.
After all, how do you express homosexuality to a four-year-old mind? How do you get across the importance of it? It's not that Daddy is bad or wrong, but he just isn't what Mommy is looking for in a spouse.
It was a terrible time. I barely got anything done at work.
Finally, I got up my nerve, and after he got home from school, I sat at the table with him as he ate his snack.
"Mommy is going to move in with Cheryl soon," I said, deciding not to beat around the bush. "You'll be living here with Daddy, except on the weekends when you'll live with me and Cheryl".
I gave him time to think about that. He calmly finished chewing his cookie and took a sip of milk. He said nothing. "Are you alright, sweetie?" I asked, wondering what was going through his little mind.
"Yes", he replied calmly "I have two Mommies and two rooms now? Great!"
He finished his cookies and went to play. Waddaya know?
Submit your own story!
|
|
|
|
|
