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Divorce and Healing
The Switch from Love-Life to Dad
Learning to deal with my compartmentalized life as a divorced Dad.
I leaned in and kissed the blue-eyed woman I spent the weekend with. My lips and face were still salty, her lips soft and delicate. We held our cheeks together for long seconds and sighed before exiting my truck. Ocean water dripped from my nose as I pulled my surfboards out, and we unloaded her bags in silence. It was our first overnighter together to the Oregon coast.
The waves, the sunset from our balcony, the meal I cooked, and our cuddle time in front of the wood stove still flooded our bodies. She closed the trunk of her car and turned to me with a smile. We embraced again, and she suggested heading into my place for another snuggle. We had just thirty minutes before my kids were to be dropped off by my Ex.
Like teens making out before our parents arrived home, we stayed on schedule. Everything is scheduled as a divorced dad.
Although I had lightly dated a few women before her, she was the first woman I gave my all — being vulnerable and actually wanting a connection. It…
