I could hear the pitter patter of my children’s feet running around and their laughter filling the air. Such a divine moment, I could feel peacefulness wrapping itself all around me.
I spent the entire weekend with my ex and his new wife. My children had the best time ever, and it was even fun for me and my wife. Now I’m not saying it was easy, but I also knew this weekend wasn’t about me, it was about my children. Allowing them to make memories with their father and seeing us successfully co parent together again. Heal your mind, body and soul, so your children don’t have to heal from you.
I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
Coming home from a failed marriage is better than coming home in a coffin.
LGBTQ+ children may grow up. They may move out of home. They may stand on their own two feet. But as their parent, you should never stop fighting for their individual needs.