Navigating the world as a divorced mother has been my reality for the past ten months. While I won’t count the preceding year of separation—when I still held onto the hope for reconciliation—this duration has been long enough for me to face the truth of my situation.
Here’s where I stand: I’m broken.
This isn’t about lingering feelings for my ex or missing the companionship of a partner. I’ve endured heartbreak throughout this journey, and though I’ve made progress in healing from the raw pain of unexpected betrayals, I remain profoundly affected by the voids that divorce has carved into my life, especially as a mother.
My daughter, Lily, is six years old. She now has two homes, each with its own parenting style and lifestyle. She’s learning to adapt to these changes, but it’s a tough transition. Lily remembers when we were a complete family—when she could ask her dad for help if I was busy, when we all sat together for dinner, and when she felt the security of having both parents under one roof. Now, that sense of safety is replaced with a longing for what was, and it breaks my heart to see her struggle with this loss.
I understand that divorced families are common today. It’s a reality we’ve faced for many years, but that doesn’t diminish the pain it causes children. While Lily doesn’t exhibit behavioral issues or signs of severe depression—she appears well-adjusted—she still feels the hurt. She worries about our feelings and expresses her longing for the family we once were. She often asks if her dad will ever move back in with us, and those questions hit me hard every single time. It’s a painful reminder that this isn’t the life I envisioned for her.
I didn’t choose to navigate this journey alone. We do our best to co-parent, and at times, it works well. But the absence of a partner leaves a significant void in my life. I didn’t get married and have a child just to end up shuttling her between two houses. More than anything, I didn’t want to experience those quiet dinners with an empty chair at the table or the silent moments on the couch after putting her to bed. The absence of someone to share decisions with, or to comfort a sick child in the middle of the night, is a heavy burden to bear. It’s not just anyone who’s missing; it’s the person with whom I built this life.
There are times I feel an overwhelming sense of envy when I see families together—at the mall, at school events, or even in the simple moments captured by friends on social media. Celebrations of anniversaries and holidays can sting, and I often find it hard to push back the bitterness that creeps in.
When Lily is with her dad, there’s a hollow feeling that takes over—those nights when I miss out on her life, the moments I can’t share with her, and the empty space in her room that reminds me of her absence. It’s a painful reminder that if she wakes up scared or unwell, I won’t be the one to comfort her.
While I do appreciate the moments to myself—they offer a brief respite from parenting—those moments are not without worry. I find myself constantly wondering if she’s eating well, if she’s feeling okay, if her homework is done, and if she’s happy. It’s not the kind of break I ever wanted.
Some might say I’m “lucky” because her father is involved in her life. But I don’t see it that way. It’s not luck that the person I chose to marry decided he didn’t want to be my husband anymore. While I’m grateful he fulfills part of his parental role, it’s not the ideal situation. I would have preferred a complete family unit where we could both fully engage in our roles as parents.
This sense of brokenness can be isolating, and I’ve allowed it to overshadow many of my joyful moments. Last year, I was deep in the throes of the divorce process, watching my life become a chaotic mess. Now, the pieces have settled, albeit in a way that feels far from whole.
What I’ve realized is that some things may remain broken because there are simply too many pieces to fit back together. Instead of trying to restore what was, I’m focusing on creating something new—something even more beautiful from the remnants of my past.
I’m finding my way. I’m learning that embracing a certain level of brokenness is part of my journey toward independence and strength. It’s okay to feel this way; it’s part of the process.
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In summary, the journey through divorce is complex and fraught with emotional pain, especially for children. While it’s a challenging road, it can lead to personal growth and resilience.
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