My daughters stayed at my mother's on the Friday that I had the papers served to my husband at our home.
I told my attorney that I wanted to wait until Friday to have the papers served,
so the girls would have the weekend to process the horrible
news and perhaps, adjust a little before
facing their friends and the world on Monday.
After my husband left the house Friday around 2 in the afternoon,
my 3 brothers quickly replaced the locks.
My insides went into extreme spasms and tremoring.
I never knew such pain.
After my sister and I picked up the girls from Mom's house,
I brought them home and had them sit next to me on the sofa.
We held hands.
I told them very little but enough to let them know things were going to be different. They were in shock and started to sob.
I remember my mother never said a bad word about my father all the years of her life.
I learned from her the wisdom in doing so. I came up with the conclusion of my dad's poor behavior on my own.
I also wanted to do the same for my girls.
I gently whispered to them as they cried,
"A cheerful heart is good medicine but a broken spirit dries up the bones."
"We must work together to not let this rob our joy."