A Broken Family We Are Not
It's 5pm and I am packing Jack and his overnight bag into my little Honda Civic. "Can I bring my snow shovel?", he asks. "Sure bud", I say, "but you'll have to leave it in the car once we get to Daddy's, you can't bring the shovel on the train ride home Sunday". Easy enough, he seems to understand. And as we pull out of the parking lot of our new condo complex, a place I am happy to call home, I get lost in my thoughts. Who would have thought that I would ever be driving my son to his Dad's new apartment with his new girlfriend? Who would have thought that I would be feeling "okay" about meeting this new woman? Certainly not me. I float in my thoughts waiting for feelings of jealousy, anger, irritation, sadness to rise, but they don't, they really don't. I feel okay and okay in a good, steady, contented way. It's not a "fine", it's simply an "okay". I sit there in my driver's s