It’s now been seven months since my decision to divorce and, while many things have settled in my mind and heart, there seems to be the same core of fears gripping on with both hands.
Questions with answers that never satisfy, angst that haunts me at night. I’m positive I’m not alone in these fears, but they plague me nonetheless.
I am afraid…
1. That she will grow up to hate me.
This is pretty extreme, I realise it, but it’s my number one fear.
I’m afraid she’ll never get beyond her hurt enough to see the struggle I went through; that I didn’t flippantly leave her dad and turn her little world upside down.
