I remember that day in 1997. As my family walked out the door, my daughter, then 8, turned to me and said, "Daddy, will we ever see you again?" I died a thousand deaths. Nothing in my 52 years of life has been more difficult than to go from "everyday dad" to "every-other-weekend dad" after our divorce.
The journey is long, sometimes lonely and has many ups and downs. An empty house takes a lot of adjustment — and the tears still come sometimes. But hope exists.
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