So sisterdear and I are officially the adult children of separated parents. I have to say that this turn of events is not a huge surprise, nor is it something that really hit us with any kind of force. It’s not like our parents were really happy until one day they just weren’t and revealed to us that the whole thing had been a sham. That’s not the reality we grew up with, and it’s most certainly not the reality we saw as adults out of the house.

We are both far closer to MiniMommy than we are or ever were to Dad, and really since the seperation I’ve not spoken to him very much at all. This is mostly my own choice, I made my peace with my relationship with (or really without him) long ago. After years of forced conversations, all out fights, pretend congenialty and of course therapy I’ve learned that sometimes the best and only closure you can get is closure with yourself.

I have to say that really we all at this point just feel relief. There’s an eerie sense of calm that settles over you when you know a decision has finally been made and you get to escape that limbo that you’ve been in for so long. It’s like we can all finally breathe, and MiniMommy is happier than she’s ever been which makes us feel that much better.

I doubt really I will talk much to Dad going forward, I just don’t have a lot to say to him anymore, and he only seems to want to talk to me when he wants/needs something from me. Is this something I’ll regret at some point? Perhaps, but again I’ve gotten my closure on our lack of a proper father/daughter relationship so I think my mourning if it ever comes will be more for the idea of the relationship that could have been.