So... Dad

This weekend I spent many hours on the phone with my girls and in person with my boy. “I need to talk to you” sends each one of them into a different head space. Each one knows it is about Dad and each one reacts differently.

Eric was completely matter of fact when I told him Dad was having delusions. “Mom, these are paranoid delusions.” He said as if I told him dinner was Mac and Cheese. He remained like he knew this was coming and he could handle it.

Liz joked about it. “So Dad is a great detective and thinks she is on to him” she stated.

Kate was dead silence. “Are you there?” I asked to be told yes. “Are you okay?” Only to be told no. “Do you want to talk about it?” To be told “Not right now”.

I try really hard to stay far away from why me, why is, why my kids. I do not have a single answer to any of these questions. I don’t think I have any idea the magnitude this is affecting my kids. I simply pray they know their parents love them unconditionally. There are no limits,no expectations. We simply love them.