You Don't Talk. AT ALL.

My daughter had another counseling appointment today. During the session, the counselor asked if my daughter was worried about anything. 'I don't know,' said my daughter. 

'Are you worried about your mom and dad?' Poppy the counselor asked. 

'Yes,' my daughter answered. 

'Are your parents getting along?' Poppy questioned. 

'No, they don't get along at all,' she said, 'they don't talk.' Poppy wrote something down on her paper and then changed the subject. I wanted to defend myself but I refrained. 

After the session, I took the kids out to eat. I said to my daughter, 'You told Poppy that Daddy and I don't get along?' 'You don't,' she replied.  

'We're getting a divorce, we don't really have to get along,' I said. 

'But you don't talk. AT ALL,' she replied. 

'We're getting a divorce, the only thing we need to talk about is you. And we haven't seen Daddy for a while so I can't talk to him anyway,' I said. 

'WE'VE seen Daddy lots of times,' my daughter retorted, 'but you haven't.' 

The fact that my daughter considers seeing her father two days and four hours in nine weeks 'lots of times' amazes me. But if that's what she considers quality time with Daddy, I'm not going to disillusion her. I guess since I'm not included in those visits, she thinks that's wrong though??

Before I could continue the conversation, my son put his finger on my eye and said, 'Put that tear back in your eye. STOP crying about Daddy.' I absolutely was not teary or upset or anything. I haven't cried over Army Boy for weeks. I'm angry, pissed in fact, but I'm no longer really that sad. I pity Asshat for everything he's missing in our kids' lives and I'm resentful of the upheaval he's caused but I'm not going to cry about it anymore. That well has dried up. Then my son looked at my daughter and said, 'SHUT UP about Daddy!' My little boy/man, my protector, my empath. I think he just wants to make everything better and all I want to do is make sure my kids are okay. Divorce really does suck.