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When Divorce, Chairs and Teeth Collide

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The hardest day of my life: I hadn’t been separated from Antonia and Jonah’s father for even a month when a horrible accident happened. Jonah, my three-year-old, had spilled his glass of milk all over my dining room floor about a half hour before it was time to take them to the police station, which at that time was the parent-exchange location every Sunday.

In retrospect, I should have left the stupid milk sprawled to lay where it may until coming back home from dropping them off. I should have been savoring that last half hour I had with them. But the milk on the floor bothered me. And I’m not even a neat freak, by any stretch of the imagination. Nonetheless, for whatever reason, I felt it needed to be cleaned up immediately. I would live to regret that small decision for a very, very long time.

As I moved all the dining room chairs into the living room, lining them up like a train so that I could mop, Antonia rose from the couch and tripped over her packed-and-ready-to-go duffel bag, landing directly on the edge of one of the chairs, the caboose of my train. In an instant, she was screaming and covered in blood. She’d knocked out her four front teeth in one fell swoop. Luckily, they were baby teeth, but that didn’t mean any less blood and pain and panic. I put a washcloth to her mouth to stop the bleeding and rushed her to the emergency room, calling her father from the road to meet me there.

Despite the snail-for-cars that exponentially delayed my trip to the ER, everything turned out okay. There was no permanent damage, just a mouth full of missing teeth. But she was still shaken up and hurting. As it was, this was already a painful time for her. Antonia was taking the separation of her parents especially hard.

Emergency room visit all taken care of, it was time for her and her brother to go with their father. We were all still very new to the idea of packing bags, loading up and saying goodbye to one another every weekend. But the goodbyes were by far the worst even under the best of circumstances. She looked up at me with her swollen upper lip and blood-crusted toothless face and asked me to come with her. She said that she didn’t want anything else in the whole world but for us to be together as a family that night. Just that one night. How deeply I wanted to say yes. It would have been so, so easy. Most definitely not because I wanted to spend another night with her father, but because she had just been through a horrific experience at an already stressful time in her young life. My soon-to-be six-year-old girl needed her mother! How could I cause her more pain by saying no? The demand for an answer to her question lay completely with me because her father’s vote was for more together time.

But I couldn’t. The implications would be terrible. So, with a heavy heart and a knot the size of a cantaloupe in my throat, I said no. I said it was their father’s time now. And she really was okay. This is how it had to be, I added. She looked at me as if I’d just slapped her open-handedly across the face. I closed my eyes to stop the tears, kissed my children goodbye and left as fast as I could. “How could I have said no?” I wondered, driving aimlessly around before heading back to my empty home with the train of chairs still in my living room, her blood still in my carpet.

But how could I have said yes? At that point, I had no intentions of working things out with their father, under any circumstances. What would saying yes have meant? It would have meant that reuniting was something negotiable. It would have meant that all she had to do in the future is get hurt again, act ill, look sad, cry or, hell, just ask, and I might be talked into staying together. It would have been a lesson in how to manipulate.

That night, I drank lots of wine and cried myself to sleep. I finally understood the labors of parenting like I never had before. And, even though I myself didn’t become one, I understood how easy it would be to fall into alcohol or drug addiction when emotional pain was so excruciating.

Itss been several years since then, and I’m happy to report that we’ve all adjusted to this new arrangement. Whether she fully understands my reasoning or not, I think Antonia has finally forgiven me for what she perceived as abandoning her that day. The blood and gore and pain of separation is now a fading memory.

I’ll remember enough for the both of us.

Catherine Dix is a former Mile High Mamas contributor and an award-winning author.

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  • comment avatar Angela September 23, 2007

    Well written and poignant post. My heart went out for you and your little family during that difficult time!

  • comment avatar Aimee September 23, 2007

    Catherine, I am sitting here crying. That must have been one of the hardest “no’s” you ever had to say. I am so sorry.

  • comment avatar Lizzy September 23, 2007

    And I thought saying “no” to soda for every dinner was a tough thing. I am in awe at your strength and courage. Your family will be all the better for it.

  • comment avatar Julie September 23, 2007

    I can only imagine how difficult that was. How you managed to think through the implications of your answer – so quickly and while under such strain – is incredible to me.

  • comment avatar Amber Johnson September 23, 2007

    I completely agree with all the above comments. When I originally read this post, I was so touched by the raw honesty of your emotions and the way you were able to convey them so powerfully.

    How happy I am that you’re in a better place now!

  • comment avatar oktree September 25, 2007

    I echo Julie’s response completely. You understood the long term possibilities of saying yes and held firm with the no, given arduous circumstances. That is strength.

  • comment avatar boogiemum September 25, 2007

    You had me crying, too. Divorce is so horrible on everyone involved. I do applaud your strength to make such a difficult choice. I am sure, if she doesn’t already, Antonia will understand when she gets older.

    Wonderful post!

    Your kids are lucky to have such a great Mama!

  • comment avatar la cubana gringa September 25, 2007

    I don’t have any kids yet, so I can’t even begin to put myself in your place in this situation…but I do think it sounds like you made the right decision. And I wholeheartedly think that your decision making impacts your daughter’s perception, not only of your role as her mother, but of your role as a woman. She may not know it yet, but you just showed her that woman ARE strong. Good job mama!! 🙂

  • comment avatar la cubana gringa September 25, 2007

    “Women” are strong. Sorry, turning 30 hasn’t been good for my spelling ability.

  • comment avatar tmrperry September 26, 2007

    What an incredible post. Even though she wanted you to say yes, she’ll thank you someday for saying no.

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