When I was six, my parents divorced. I stayed with my mom and saw my dad on the weekends.
During those first years, while I was still Daddy's girl, this was hell on me. He would pick me up and I would spend the weekend with him. When he took me back to school on Monday morning, I would always cry my eyes out. There was nothing more painful in the world than that to me. I would sit on this swing before first bell was called and cry for him. I've often wondered what that was like for him.
Eventually I got to where I wouldn't cry. I wish I could remember the day or why I stopped, but I don't. I do know that for a few years after that, my mom and her husbands were causing so much drama that any time with Dad was mostly just a release from that. I never felt comfortable at home.
But the Away Time was special. I got to go places and do fun things. I got to be talked to and visit people and get things. Most of all, and this was the very most of all important thing, I was safe. Any time I was away from my mother and her abusive situations, I was safe.
Over the years, my father and I have grown distant. We speak probably about once every three months or so. We see each other on holidays or at my brother's children's birthday parties. I've not been to his house in some time.
However, the basic pattern of visitation has stayed with me. I go to see my best friend once every two weeks. We hang out and basically watch movies and talk. We eat expensive stuff and drink and laugh as loud as we can. It's this time of escape from all the adult stuff that happens (well, in her life at least. Probably very little about my life is adult).
Here is the difference though, and the part that DOES make me the adult. I am safe when I am with my friend. But in my own home, I am still safe. There is no scary drama caused by people like my mother and her menz. All of that is gone and far away from me now.
It's good to know that while some patterns never leave us, we have the ability to step away from the ones that could cause harm.
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