: after my #divorce, i was afraid that my daughters wouldn’t trust me much. that it would feel strange when they stayed at my place – for me and for them. that it would be hard to live, even for a few days, in my minimalistic, one-room house – this weird, symbiotic space so different from every other #home. i thought it would be hard for them. hard for me. awkward most of the time. it’s not easy to let someone into such a closed world – even your own kids.
but it’s not like that at all. it’s the opposite. i feel so good when they’re here, in this stupid little house. and even more — i can feel that they also feel great here with me. we talk a lot, we always eat together, we laugh almost every minute we’re together. we fight against fast food, go rollerblading, watch our dancing videos – because we’re all learning to dance! and i don’t think it’s a coincidence.
in the first year after the divorce, after leaving my wife, i often wondered if it was the right decision. today i’m sure it was – the most important one of my life. and i’m so glad everything turned out this way. i feel deeply grateful – for my choices, but also for all those little coincidences that led me here.
or… maybe there are no coincidences?
my daughters are sleeping right now, and i can’t wait to wake them up to spend another morning with them. yeah, i was so wrong at first. i’m glad they’re here. and… i think… they also feel good here, with me.
