Someone else said it so perfectly...

Wow, I was reading one of my blogs today and came across this post from a recently divorced Mom:

Imagine a world in which your children only were tucked into beds under your roof two weeks out of every month.

Imagine a world in which mornings did not always include a sweet sleepy face saying “Good morning Mommy”.

Imagine a world, in which your baby did, said and tried new things for the first time and you hear about it afterwards.

Imagine not being able to see or touch the soft hair of the person you gave birth to, because the court says it’s not your day.

Imagine walking out of a house, hearing your child screaming for you, sobbing, and having to just keep walking. Because your parenting time has ended for the week.

Imagine having to give up all your carefully laid plans on raising your girl, because now you only have control over her environment on pre-planned out days.

Imagine worrying that her parents living in two separate places and no longer functioning as a family will harm her in ways you can’t even envision yet.

Imagine you go days without physical touch of another human.

Unless you’ve been there. You cannot imagine. You cannot know the heartbreak. You cannot know the tears that are shed, the sobs that echo off walls. You cannot know the longing for the feel of her little hand tucked into mine. You cannot know the twisting of my heart as I smile for her, never letting her know my sadness.

When I say I cry, when I say I shed tears over something, don’t tell me I’m silly. Don’t trivialize my pain.

You don’t know my heart. You’ve no right to judge my heart.

Be grateful for your life. If it’s as good as you say, you don’t need to tear down my already battered emotions with your superiority.

Imagine that small words, tucked into sentences, have the power to hurt.

I hope all you ever have to do is imagine.


I don't think I could say it any better.