Although I didn't speak to my oldest child's father for almost two months after returning home from prison; I have to give credit where credit is due.
He's a great father. When I called him after my accident, he came. While I went back and forth to court, he supported me. Once I was sentenced, he freaked out. We all did.
During my incarceration my children were separated from each other. My oldest went to live in Chicago with her father. My boys remained in South Bend with my best friend of 20 plus years and his lovely wife. It was not my ideal scenario, but in the end it turned out alright.
Being a parent is a learn as you go experience. I believe we are both better parents and better friends as a result of this whole experience. I couldn't have picked a better father for my daughter. He's not perfect, who is? But when it comes to his "cutie pie" there's nothing he won't do.
I was very angry with him for a long time, but I've come to realize that his heart was in the right place and he was just as traumatized by my sentence as I was.
I'm sure you're wondering about my son's. I'll say this. Lightning did not strike twice in the father department. The father of my boy's lives in the same city, but is so absent some days I have to remind myself of his name.
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