Oh wow…I could write LOTS of things on this one.
I’m not a parent….but I was the child in the thick of such a thing.
My Father was a soldier, for 22 years. When he learned that my Mother was pregnant, he wanted a divorce there and then, because he simply wasn’t ready for the responsibility of raising a child. Yet strangely, he didn’t mind the responsibility of dodging bullets to stay alive yet still be able to shoot back at the nme. There’s a thing.
Still…he changed his mind, but whilst soldiers are away, they are known to play. And so he did. He was found out to be cheating on my Mother, so they got a divorce eventually because of that and not because he was too chickenshit to raise a child.
You’d think a soldier would have a bigger set of balls on him wouldn’t you?
Anyway, contact initially was once every so often. Not just between myself and my Dad, but between my Mom and my Dad. Understandably he was in the army, so he was tied to his career more than anything else. I did get to see him once in a while, but at one point, he was sent off to Germany for eight years – during which time, I didn’t see him , and I think I only spoke to him once or twice throughout that time. I still recall the time he visited before he was sent off. He looked at me from out the living room doorway, gave me a wink, said “See you later kiddo” and that was it. Gone.
Contact between my parents (that is to say, Mother talking to Father, vice versa) seemed to be civil enough. That was when she actually could get hold of him after he was posted abroad.
She did a lot of chasing around on my part so that I could get to speak to him or even see him when I was a child. Unfortunately the Ministry of Defense isn’t too keen on talking to the ex-wives of soldiers who have kids they are actually supposed to be responsible for.
I will hand it to my Dad that granted, he did a great job as a soldier, but as a Dad, and I have no qualms in saying this, he was utterly shite. To me at least. To his other kids from his other marriage he did a much better job. He was more mature and more able to accept his responsibilities as a father and not just as a soldier.
Eventually, the contact between my parents got from being civil to having a full blown ‘war’ of sorts. I was coming up to my final exams at school, and my father had been re-married for some time, had got another child in that marriage – and my Mother was chasing him up for Child Support. Tensions ran pretty high at that time. When I went to see my Dad, his bitch of a wife really gave me some stick because of it, and I was strangely also getting stick from my Mom for my Dad’s shortcomings.
They all thought they were the ones in the middle, but in actual fact, in any divorce where a child is involved, it’s the child that is in the thick of it. Not Mommy, not Daddy..and I defy anyone with cajones enough to try and deny it.
As you can probably tell, despite being in my thirties and being all grown up and all, I still feel very strongly about the subject.
I don’t think my Mother really bothers talking to Dad anymore, since I’m an adult, I don’t need the two of them to keep talking to each other or whatever. They ask after each other to me, but that’s about it.
As for Dad and his re-marriage, yeah well would you believe it, he was found cheating on her too. This time his kids from that marriage were much older than I was when he and my Mom got divorced. They actually seemed to do a lot more talking and hooking up with their kids and were pretty civil. They’d see each other every weekend – mostly for the younger kid’s sake I think (he’s not a kid anymore either).
I’d like to say that was a pretty therapeutic session, but I’d be lying. I’m well over that stuff and I’m glad it’s behind me to be honest. I know it bothers the youngest a little, it bothered me immensely when I was a child of a much younger age. But his ex-wife is a real battleaxe.
I do remember one time, when Dad came walking in to my former stepmother’s kitchen, and it was like the bloody ex-wives club. He said something, I can’t remember what, and the two of them decided to poke fun at him. He didn’t like that much, ha.