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Sometimes it is so hard to be a mom. I don’t often write these kinds of posts here but today, I just have to let some of this out of my head and out of my heart before I explode.<\/p>\n

I’m going to say this here because it’s a safe place to say it. Yes, some people might get upset that I put it out there, but it needs to be said. Sometimes it is hard to be a mom. It is even harder to be a single mom whose children live primarily with their father. There. I said it.<\/p>\n

My ex-husband is divorcing his wife of 9 months. I’m not going to get into the reasons behind the divorce other than to say that the reasoning alone stresses me out and takes me back to some of the reasons behind our divorce, nearly 5 years ago. However, that is between them and doesn’t really concern me. What does concern me is our children and how all of this is going to affect them.<\/p>\n

You see, their stepmom is moving out of the house and going back to New York. No surprise there, right? The boys don’t know yet. Surprise. She’s leaving in less than 10 days. They haven’t told the boys. I don’t know when they intend on telling the boys. This has me just sick. Literally, sick. Those two boys adore that woman. She has been a big part of their lives for nearly 2 years and now she’s leaving and they haven’t told them. They haven’t given them a single hint that something is wrong or that she’s leaving.<\/p>\n

The worst part? I can’t protect them from this. I can’t protect them from the pain that is going to come when she leaves. Will they understand that it wasn’t their fault? That it had nothing to do with them? I don’t know. Will they understand that she loves them and doesn’t want to go? I don’t know. What I do know is that I can’t stop their hurting. I can’t fix this. It isn’t a scraped knee or a bumped elbow. I can’t put a bandaid and a kiss on it and make it better.<\/p>\n

I want to hold them close and tell that it will all be ok. I want to, as my grandmother would say, wrap their little hearts in bubble wrap so that things like this didn’t have to hurt them. I know that parts of growing up hurt but this feels so unnecessary. They shouldn’t have to experience this. I don’t want them growing up thinking that this sort of thing is normal or right or how it always happens. How do I counteract this? How do I teach them that relationships can last? How do I be the best parent I can be when I only see them for 2 days out of every 14?<\/p>\n

How do I explain to Ben’s doctors why I don’t know what’s going on with him? Or why exercises aren’t being done or braces aren’t being worn? They always look at me first. I’m the mom. The mom should know the answers to these questions. The mom should be able to protect her babies and to take care of them. Sometimes, it’s hard being a mom.<\/p>\n

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